This sentence was almost like an unbreakable shackle, overlapping repeatedly in He Manzhou's mind.

The kind of torture that comes from the depths of the soul seems to tear apart all the covers, so that what has been precipitated by age gradually becomes clear. He Manzhou felt a little trance, this time the trance was sharper and more real than any previous time, and she could use the so-called illusion as a cover before, but this time she was clearly awake.

When those illusions about the ancient kingdom of Loulan dissipated, the little princess's beautiful dance of destruction gradually faded away, and the dark and terrifying blue of the crystal coffin in the cave gradually faded. He Manzhou returned to this homestay. She sat on what can be called an antique arhat bed, and her slender fingertips subconsciously grasped the tassels of the brocade.

However, the question that was coiling in her mind was still clear, unprecedentedly clear.

It wasn't a voice in a fantasy, it came from the depths of her head to the bottom of her heart.

Who's the stand-in for whom, and who's the container for whom?

What happened to the ancient country of Loulan back then, what terrible things were hidden under that shocking mystery, why did the last crucial prayer ceremony be temporarily replaced, and who was the real victim in that girl's mouth?

He Manzhou couldn't think of the answers to these things, but a certain premonition in the dark told her that these answers represented the answer to the mystery of everything. Exploring the mysteries of the ancient kingdom of Loulan will inevitably have to pay a huge price, which may solve the problem once and for all, or it may sharpen the contradictions that were originally handled coldly, until it reaches a catastrophe from which it will never be recovered.

Shi is also fate, the qualification to touch the mystery is only in the hands of He Manzhou, and only she is qualified to decide something.

So how did she choose?

The voice from the void kept questioning, not so much questioning the answer in her heart, but not that the once unresolved matter appeared in front of He Manzhou again across the eternal time and space, forcing her to make a choice.

Why did she choose?

He Manzhou had to ask such a question, and this was not the first time that such a question had entered her mind. She had thought more than once about what her true identity was and how she was involved in the conspiracy of the ancient kingdom of Loulan step by step.

At first, He Manzhou just wanted to investigate He Sheng's disappearance, but as the investigation deepened and more clues were learned, He Manzhou gradually realized that He Sheng's disappearance was just an introduction, and the purpose of those people was never on He Sheng's body, it was just a move to pull her in.

The person that the little princess of Loulan really wants to calculate is He Manzhou.

But I'm just an ordinary little girl born in a compound, and I've come over without a shock for so many years, and I've grown up safely and smoothly to the present, and the biggest disaster is just to smash Lao He's valuable antiques, and the most annoying thing I did during the rebellious period was just the midterm exam approaching, skipping class to listen to the music festival, and I was invited to my parents.

To put it bluntly, she is just an ordinary girl with a red sprout, how can He De make the little princess of Loulan so concerned?

This is something He Manzhou has never been able to think through.

Is it just because she is the daughter of the black saint of the Wu clan, or because Lao He is crooked and found out about the topic of Miao Jiang, and inadvertently touched the secret of the ancient country of Loulan. It wasn't until the pair of blue eyes that were sleeping in He Manzhou's body slowly woke up that she gradually realized a little clue, maybe it was the sleeping soul that involved these things later.

If that's the crux of the matter, who do those eyes belong to?

Saint Girl?

Between the lightning and the fire, an even more terrifying thought poured into He Manzhou's mind.

Maybe that's the god who is worshiped by the Loulan Wu clan.

........

The mystery about Loulan is about to be revealed, and He Manzhou didn't know what the little princess wanted to do with her for a while. The girl named Amiens wants the mystery to be revealed, or does she want the truth to be completely buried, and how should she deal with herself?

Before being mentally prepared to bear the price, does He Manzhou really have the courage to touch the final answer?

Or maybe she didn't have a choice, and when those blue eyes slowly opened, it was almost a foregone conclusion that the sleeping soul would wake up at the right time. The tightly bitten gears of fate have already begun to drive the development of the established plot, and no one else is allowed to make it up, and the context of this story is clear and distinct, as irresistible as fate.

Just as the ancient kingdom of Loulan once summoned the evil god who destroyed the world, no matter how high the status of the twelve concubines and the two holy women were before this, they were nothing more than props trapped in glassware and dancing. No matter how many efforts were made to be holy, and no matter how many sacrifices and offerings were made by believers, they never escaped the lies planted by the high priest.

In the end, the price was terrible.

To this day, instead of exploring who was the victim and who was the winner, He Manzhou said that in fact, the tragedy that occurred in the ancient country of Loulan was just trapped by lies and confined by the tribulation of fate, and in the end, no one was spared, and everyone fell into the victims.

It is precisely because of this that those greed, hatred, love and hatred, and unwillingness to be angry have been sleeping for thousands of years, and they have finally been rediscovered little by little now. The kingdom devastated by blood and calamity bears the wrath of the undead, and the man who ended the gods has now returned with the hatred of the world, and the little princess is desperate to find some cause, which is the deepest obsession in her heart.

And what is the reason for this?

What is the source of the resentment that the little princess has not been able to resolve for thousands of years?

For these things, He Manzhou does not know. She only knew that the resentment left by the betrayal of the clansmen had fallen asleep in the flower soul with the little princess, but the so-called slumber only sealed this past for a short time, and did not completely solve the problem. So when the little princess wakes up from the flower soul, the revenge she brings becomes even more ferocious.

And these unresolved answers may be the only possibility to break the game.

In the empty silence, the sound of the B&B passing through the hall came from afar.

The endless echoes in He Manzhou's mind gradually overlapped with the subtle impact sound of the vessels held by the beautiful girls wrapped in white veils during the sacrifice, so those short thoughts had to be terminated in advance.

"Do you think you can run away?"

Tearing apart the silence around was the sound of mocking questioning coming from the void, it was like the condescending contempt of the goddess, and at that moment He Manzhou only felt that the hairs on his body stood up.

It wasn't until Bai Yicong's fingers curled up slightly and lightly buckled it on the solid wood tabletop that this slight collision fell, and the hypnotic bewitchment instantly dissipated, that He Manzhou finally came back to his senses. At that moment, the thoughts that flashed through Zhihai became clear, and she looked at Bai Yicong with some confusion.

The end of his last sentence had just fallen, as if the illusion and reflection had not happened for a long time, and time and space had returned to silence.

On the stove was the hot water that Bai Yicong was boiling, and it was already bubbling.

It turned out that all this that had just happened was just a few words.

Bai Yixian did not have any surprises at the doubts in He Manzhou's eyes, the amount of information about these things was too large, even if he was optimistic and cheerful, it must not be so easy to accept for a while. At this time, Bai Yicong didn't realize what He Manzhou was thinking, and he didn't know how to describe those chaotic illusions, and in the end, he was only silent.

Probably to the point, Bai Yicong's speed of speech unconsciously slowed down slightly.

"The White Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan, that is, the Holy Maiden that we have been investigating, this is the sacrifice of the Wu Patriarch since then, every eighteen years of reincarnation, the Holy Maiden is selected again and again, and together with the twelve concubines, she becomes the servant of the Divine Maiden. I've told you all of this, but my understanding may have been too biased. ”

"What bias?" He Manzhou tried to sort out his thoughts, trying to keep up with Bai Yicong's train of thought, "Is there something wrong, or is it the wrong direction of our investigation?"

"There is no problem with the direction of the investigation, but about the handwritten letters left by the ancestors of the Bai family, some of the metaphors in it may be wrong for me to interpret them before. Bai Yicong replied lightly, "Or it's not perfect, I haven't thought about what the Heavenly Tower represents before I went to Chaohui Mountain, but now many things are more transparent, and I have a new understanding." ”

"What does the Tower of Babel represent?" He Manzhou asked.

"The Tower of Babel may not only be a channel of communication between humans and the gods, but also a condition for the smooth operation of this sacrifice. ”

Bai Yicong's eyes drooped slightly, and his deeper emotions were hidden by him.

"And before talking about the sacrifice of the Tower of Babel, I have to delve into the meaning of the existence of the Black Saintess. The reincarnation of the ancient kingdom of Loulan continues to this day, and every appearance of the Black Saintess means disaster and change, it is a fierce girl with a spear in her hand, who will ruthlessly break the inherent deadlock. But in the earliest days of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, the Black Saintess and the White Saintess were actually twins, which is a paradox in itself, since the high priest knew the disaster that the Black Saintess was metaphorically in, why did he still cultivate her?"

This shows that the Black Saintess at that time had enough use value. ”

Between the lightning and the fire, He Manzhou seemed to have suddenly thought through something.

So the words came out of her mouth almost uncontrollably, as if without any thought.

"The Black Saint's use value far outweighs the bad luck she brings, and even this bad luck is covered up, which is part of the deception. Why did the High Priest do this, for the last ritual of summoning the goddess of the Witch Clan?"

"Yes, you're right. Bai Yi added succinctly and without a trace, "As I said earlier, when a god is resurrected through the body of a saint, she is not an incarnation. In other words, it is more accurate to say that the body of the Black Saintess of the Wu Clan is a necessary condition for the resurrection of the gods. ”