suppressed those charming and ambiguous feelings, and Boss Bai finally got to the point. The hollowed-out gold-plated pocket watch was stained with mud and sand, and even if you brushed away the dust on the top, you couldn't see much, just something that the craftsmen carved on the surface of the cobweb-like cracks.

"Is there anything special about this?" He Manzhou asked.

Bai Yi never answered directly, but returned to the shrine with his pocket watch.

Seeing that Boss Bai didn't mean to answer questions, He Manzhou didn't ask any more questions, and hurriedly followed with a flashlight.

Through the faint light, Bai also began to observe the shrine again.

This time his movements were more detailed than before, as if he were looking for something, and he used his slender fingertips to gently trace the surface of the slate, little by little, to clean the moss marks that had become dirty and rotten over the years. When the top layer of damp moss was cleaned, the twisted lines of the slate were finally exposed.

It was only at this time that He Manzhou could see clearly what was carved on the shrine.

She had only seen that the stone slab had a strange position, like a door that could be moved. The totem above is like a crackable code, but it is too entangled, and I can't see why. As for what is hidden behind the door and where it leads, it is completely boundless.

It wasn't until now, when Bai Yicong had sorted everything out, that He Manzhou finally noticed something unusual.

The carved lines on the pocket watch are like twisted decorative patterns, and there is nothing wrong with them, and they are delicately entrenched along the edges of the pocket watch, even the most serious antique experts will not be able to see anything out of the ordinary. But as Bai Yi smashed the pocket watch, after reassembling it three or two, those patterns became completely different, and at this moment, combined with the lines of the layers of stone slabs in this shrine, it actually contrasted a compass similar to a number, like a code that contrasted with each other.

The symbols that are distorted to the point of not being approximate are not Arabic numerals, nor are they ancient Roman numerals, which were commonly used to record numbers in ancient times, but rather an unheard of, or more accurate symbol. The staggered lines are twisted and entangled, revealing a certain past buried in the dust of history, which makes people feel oppressive just by looking at it.

For some reason, He Manzhou had clearly never seen it, but he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Like the ancient chanting and mysterious, melodious prayers she had heard in her vision, this should not have been something that was within her knowledge, but there was something unspeakable...... Intimate. It's strange to use words like "close", but it's the truest thought in He Manzhou's heart.

Tonight, she received a huge impact, and Sanguan tossed and turned several times on the verge of breaking the reorganization, so that no matter how subversive the situation was, she could barely stabilize her mind, skip the process of shock and questioning, and go directly to find the clues and real reasons behind it.

For example, at the beginning, she realized that her dream could crack the secret key of the Loulan Goddess, and she really felt that she was forced to be unconscious by that indescribable sense of oppression. But now, she just wanted to know why she resonated with these things.

Where does the bond come from?

After being silent for a few seconds, He Manzhou could barely suppress the strange feeling in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "What does this symbol represent, isn't this the text of the ancient kingdom of Loulan?"

Bai Yicong lowered his eyes slightly, and while inspecting the slate, he directly gave a positive answer.

"Otherwise, what else can appear in the temple of the ancient kingdom of Loulan?"

"But...... Something is wrong. He Manzhou frowned, and said with some doubts, "I remember that the records in the ancient books say that the language of the Loulan people is a dialect of the "Tocharian language", and a large number of religious, literary and medical documents written in the Tocharian language have also been found in the vicinity of the Tarim Basin and in the ancient cities of Kucha, Yanqi and Turpan. These materials have been verified by countless people a long time ago, and those words are not like this, right?"

"You are right, in today's records, in addition to the "Tocharian language" you speak, the ancient kingdom of Loulan also used two other languages at the same time in ancient times. Bai Yicong's tone paused slightly, and he generously gave He Manzhou popular science, "One of them was in the period of the Central Plains Dynasty when the suzerainty and garrisons were there, and the common language was Chinese characters. A large number of Han, Jin and later Chinese slips have been found at the Loulan site, which can prove that the aborigines of the ancient kingdom of Loulan were educated by Chinese characters. Then again, you should know these things, why do you want me to teach them?"

"Of course I know, isn't this basic common sense, who to look down on?"

He Manzhou couldn't stand being questioned by others about her professional ability, and rolled her eyes mercilessly.

"It's good that you are the big boss of Baiyulou, but I am also the heir of the Tianwentang Museum, they are all people who deal with the antique industry, and they don't know the history of China's five thousand years, who is embarrassed to open their mouths to talk and do business? Let me tell you, Bai Yicong, and you are not the only one who has studied history, I follow our family's old He Ear and eyes, and I am not a vegetarian, okay, do you still want to say that the other is "Lu Wen"?...... Cut, guessed it all. ”

That's right, it's "Lulu", a pinyin script that originated in Gandhara in northwestern India, Pakistan, and Afghanistan, and was used in the Western Regions until the 7th century AD, and is also a well-documented language in Loulan. ”

"Alright, stop going to class. He Manzhou was a little dissatisfied, "But what do these things have to do with the code you have been fighting for a long time, what kind of record is this?"

"You know all this, don't you see anything?" Bai Yicong's gaze swept over He Manzhou's cheeks, as if explaining, but he was obviously too lazy to talk nonsense, just said unhurriedly, "There are some similarities with Lu Wen and Tocharian languages, but they don't belong to these two languages. What do you think is a language that was in the same era and has completely lost its heritage in history?"

Hearing this, He Manzhou was slightly stunned.

"It's ......"

Bai Yicong has already said this, no matter how slow she reacts, it is impossible not to hear it.

At this point, a trace of consternation flashed in He Manzhou's eyes, and he quickly continued: "This can't be the language of the Guloulan Wu Clan, right?"

"That's right," Bai Yicong nodded lightly, "This is the oldest long-lost language of the Wu Clan, and the legends about the goddess and that terrible sacrifice are all related to these. ”

The more He Manzhou listened, the more evil he felt, so much so that he didn't know where to start after thinking about the language for a long time. She deeply felt that being with Boss Bai was too long-term knowledge, and she wanted to ask too many clear questions, such as why Bai Yicong knew this, and why he could understand the content since it was a lost text.

But in the end, He Manzhou only asked the most critical question.

"That'...... What are these texts about?"

"It's about the goddess's guard," Bai Yicong's eyes lowered slightly, and he replied lightly, "In that ancient legend, if you want to awaken the goddess, you need to find her battle clothes left in the world, and all the secrets related to the goddess are guarded by her most loyal guards, once you want to open this treasure, you must be ready to meet the wrath of the gods."

"Then are we looking for the goddess's battle suit now?" He Manzhou thought about Bai Yicong's words, "This temple was used by the Wu clan to worship the goddess back then, so the shrine is enshrined in the goddess's battle suit?"

"It's not. Bai Yicong said bluntly, "If it's that simple, it's good." ”

Facing He Manzhou's gaze with obvious inquiry, Bai Yi never explained much, but just put together the last few fragments.

As the last stone wall was moved, the mysterious gate behind the shrine suddenly opened.

After the slate was removed, there was a chilly air blowing in the face. I don't know if it's because the air convection has exacerbated the sound of the wind, or the so-called cold ghostly aura, in short, at that moment, He Manzhou only felt that the hairs on his body stood upside down, and he shivered.

The weirdness seeped out from the depths of the soul.

For a moment, the sharp screams of all ghosts crying together were endless, the whistling wind was mixed with whimpering and wailing, all the unwillingness and resentment were amplified, and greed, hatred and obsession hit the meninges, depriving what little clarity was left. Faced with this huge sense of impact, He Manzhou's consciousness was in a trance.

Her eyes were blank, her heart was empty, and she only felt that everything around her had become illusory.

The indescribable panic accompanied by an inexplicable sense of familiarity attacked her sobriety little by little, like a terrible beast in the depths of her soul screaming to break free from the cage.

He Manzhou had never realized that there was such a yin and evil thing hidden in his heart before, just like those dreams that pulled her to keep falling, it was like the turbidity of the world that spread out of hell, with boundless blood and resentment, even if it was just a little touch, it would be swallowed up by that endless sense of sorrow.

I don't know how long this beast has lived in her heart. It's like she didn't know how much truth she could get in her dreams earlier, and so many fetters and entanglements were involved.

However, this trance is only a momentary thing.

The oppressive force dissipated too quickly, and soon disappeared without a trace, almost like He Manzhou's illusion.

"It seems that we have found the right place. ”

Bai Yicong's voice came unhurriedly, his voice was low, as if it was through the sound of the mighty wind, so that He Manzhou clearly heard it in his ears, but he felt that the content of the words was a little unreal.

"The handwritten letter left by the ancestors of the Bai family, the second page vaguely mentions this secret passage, I have not been able to confirm it before, but I didn't expect it to be true. This is the origin of everything, and it is also the source of evil, and if you want to investigate the goddess of Gu Loulan, you must not be able to avoid here. ”

He Manzhou heard it in a fog, and his eyes stopped on Bai Yicong's side face.

The man's sharp silhouette was obscured in the dim light, and many emotions were hidden, like a mystery in words.

At this time, she didn't realize that the secret about the gift of the goddess, which had been silent for a long time, had been torn open.

And she, so far, has been completely involved in it and can't get out.