In the middle of the night, the wind seems to be louder.

There are many trees planted in the courtyard outside, and when all the leaves fall off, only the low branches remain, and the moonlight stretches those entangled shadows infinitely, and the night seems to hide the evil of ghosts and ghosts, and they are about to drill out through the cracks of time and space.

"Dancing costumes...... Dance costumes. ”

Liu Nansheng's lips touched up and down, and it took a while to squeeze out a shriveled sigh.

"Hey, these are all destined things, we once committed a taboo, and we will pay for it after all. The two of you also came just in time, just in time for this, whether it is liberation or retribution, and they are all clean. ”

"Uncle Liu, don't be so pessimistic, don't say that I don't understand what you're feeling, but they know each other well, and they have to find a way to solve the problem. The road is walked by people, and it doesn't matter whether it is liberation or retribution, what matters is how to solve it. ”

Liu Mu's voice was low and good, and the end of his words echoed in the quiet room.

Gu Qi looked at the sharp color that flashed in the eyes of this extremely young man, and his usual flamboyant eyebrows sank slightly, and he looked at the old man opposite fixedly, taking in all the subtle changes in his expression. Liu Mu laid out unhurriedly, and then closed the net casually, every sentence was like a casual joke.

But in fact, he knew too well what he was doing.

It was only at this time that Gu Qi suddenly realized how distinct Liu Mu's extremely conflicting temperament was, cynicism was a cover-up, drunken dreams and death were illusions, he was actually an extremely sober person, even sober to the point of almost stubbornness, so he would not compromise with anyone or anything.

He has seen all kinds of winds and waves, Liu Mufen clearly knows that there are more perfect solutions to many things, those life experiences that can be called the law of victory, and the advice or well-intentioned advice of others, he has listened too much. But Liu Mu didn't want to try, so he only chose to deal with it in his own way, which meant that he didn't hit the south wall and didn't look back.

He gets too much and wants too little, like a spoiled child, who can easily get his hands on the things that can arouse his interest, but he feels very uninterested, and even botheres to think more.

But at certain times, Liu Mu will show a bit of rare seriousness.

It was the edge of the hidden sword when it suddenly came out of its sheath, and the cold light that had been converging for a long time was enough to amaze others, and it would make people suddenly realize that this once-dusty sword was no matter how inconspicuous it was, even if the scabbard was covered with dirt and mud, and even covered with metal mottled rust, it was indeed a rare divine weapon.

This sharp contrast is no less than the stimulation that Liu Mu brought to Gu Qi.

Before that, she really didn't realize that Liu Mu was actually a person who could give people a sense of security. But along the way, Liu Mu's way of dealing with it seems to be mature and fluent, even if Gu Qi was skeptical at the beginning, now he can't help but enter Liu Dashao's rhythm and pin his hope to solve the problem.

Rao is sanity can't help but sigh with such emotion, not to mention Liu Nansheng, who was originally isolated in the remote mountain village of Liuzhen and rarely interacted with people?

Liu Mu's words left a lot of leeway, from the initial reverie, gradually turned into a constant pressure step by step, constantly emphasizing his initiative, in extreme panic, Liu Nansheng had to give concessions. When the psychological critical value reaches a certain level, no matter how illusory the solution proposed by Liu Dashao is, it becomes the only turning point for the whole thing.

This is no longer believable to Liu Nansheng.

As the village head, Liu Nansheng is under more pressure than ordinary villagers, and many times the most uncomfortable thing is not powerlessness, nor is disaster coming.

Rather, unknown.

Liu Nansheng only knew about the inheritance of the Wu clan and the sacrifices carried out in the temple, he didn't know where the crux of the problem was, but he was not completely kept in the dark, so he was tormented in repeated fear.

Liu Nansheng knew in his heart how terrible the disaster that Liuzhen was about to face, and perhaps the entire town's residents would be wiped out because of it. But this is like a predetermined plot in the curse, everyone is confined to fate, the ignorant are singing and laughing at the end of the apocalypse, but the prophet foresees the final result but can only succumb to fate, to put it bluntly, no one can escape.

Therefore, Liu Nansheng can only keep the secret about Liu Zhen.

In the repeated torture over the years, time has passed little by little, and he is almost unable to endure it.

When he first saw Liu Mu and Gu Qi, the two uninvited guests, his first reaction was to quickly drive people away, and he didn't want to say a word to them. But between this advance and retreat of language art, Liu Nansheng actually completely let go of his psychological defense against the two strangers, and at this moment he could only choose to be open and honest with Liu Mu.

"Young man, since the words have come to this extent, I will simply tell you about the situation in Liu Town, we are indeed the relics of the Wu Clan, and we have also heard the rumors of the twelve concubines....... However, that's all about the ancestors, as for more, I don't know what kind of gods you are talking about in the ancient kingdom of Loulan. We are cursed and entangled, and we can't get out. If we could, we wouldn't want to do these sacrifices, we just wanted to live in peace, and who wanted to be swept up in them. ”

"Have you ever heard of fate, Uncle Liu? Many times, fate cannot be chosen, family background, blood origin, and some other aspects of things, these are predestined from the moment of birth. It may be a bit cruel to say this, but as the remnant of the Wu clan, this layer of identity alone is placed here, and it is destined to be unstable. ”

Looking at Liu Nansheng's distracted eyes, Liu Mu chuckled lowly, and then continued.

"It's a curse, it's a fate that can't be escaped until it's settled. Because the twelve concubines are the inheritance of the Wu clan, and they are also the god killers of the ancient kingdom of Loulan. ”

"...... the god killer?" Liu Nansheng repeated this sentence, and a clear doubt flashed in his eyes, "So, we will be cursed, is it really because we collided with the gods?"

Liu Mu didn't answer directly, but took care of himself to popularize the history that he had no intention of knowing.

"The ancient kingdom of Loulan worships the god of war, which is the goddess in their mouth, and it was once their hope. Why Loulan was destroyed is an unsolved mystery, but what kind of pressure the once prosperous ancient country once encountered is something that everyone knows. At that time, the people of Loulan once wanted to summon the gods to solve the deadlock, so they specially trained the holy woman to communicate with the gods, but they suffered the disaster of destroying the country. ”

"Disaster, why is it a disaster?" Gu Qi quickly asked.

"For the goddess they summoned is not a savior, but a god who destroys the world. ”

When he said this, Liu Mu's voice was not loud, and the faint tail note echoed in the room, but it was no less than a rock breaking the earth.

In the end, the little princess of Loulan decided the gods with her own hands, and she paid a huge price for it, falling into a permanent slumber. She and her maids buried the secrets of the goddesses, known as the Twelve Maidens, the most heartfelt servants of the little princess, who would wait for her to awaken when the time came. ”

"Wait, young man, I don't understand what you're saying. Liu Nansheng frowned, choking on the dry smoke and coughing lowly. He seemed to be carefully considering something, and many words were between wanting to say and not wanting to say, and he didn't know how long he hesitated before he finally asked.

"Didn't you say it all, that goddess is an evil god who destroys the world, and will bring endless disasters, in this case, isn't it good to let this history be completely dusted, why do you want to wake up the gods?"

"Because what happened back then was the beginning of all disasters, not the end of the story. ”

When he said these words, Liu Mu couldn't help but recall that summer afternoon a long time ago, when his grandfather's voice came through the hot and dry air, and even the undecipherable ballad became mysterious and mysterious. His desolate voice was mixed with a faint sigh, and he didn't know what he was feeling.

At that time, Bai Yicong was already asleep, his side face was pillowed in the crook of his arm, and the thick workbook was pressed under his arm. When the wind blows, a few flowers fall on the table, like a refreshing fragrance. Therefore, the words that the head of the Bai family said, Bai Yi had never heard of them were unknown, and he might just take a nap peacefully.

However, knowing that his baby grandson is asleep, why does Old Man Bai still say this?

Liu Mu couldn't help but think about it, those intermittent weird ballads, and the sharp gaze of Old Man Bai at the end.

It would be unreasonable to interpret everything as a hallucination in the heat of summer, or a dream mixed with too much imagination before a heat stroke.

But for the deeper reason, Liu Mu has not yet figured it out.

Could it be that the old man had already foreseen the development of the situation back then, leaving more ways back?

........

"The only way to break this dusty history is to summon the Tower of Babel in the Void through the unique rituals of the Witch Clan, and then follow the instructions to find the temple where the goddess is buried...... Legend has it that the little princess will wake up from the flower soul and personally come to end the whole story of Loulan's legacy, and all the people involved in it will not be able to break free from the fetters of fate. Whether it is fateful or involved in it is impossible to determine whether it is a matter of course, and no one can guarantee it. ”

By the time he came back to his senses, Liu Mu had already repeated these words unhurriedly.

However, the last half of Old Man Bai's sentence was swallowed by Liu Mu stiffly, which had a bit of good news but not bad news.

"Hey, fate is hard to violate, fate is hard to violate...... The curse on the verge of strangeness, the last immortality, these are all ridiculous. It's easier said than done to put an end to the past...... I don't know if the choice of the ancestors of the Bai family was right or wrong. ”