After that, many things are self-evident, the methods provided by the Black Saintess are too broken, and if you want to get rid of your fate, you must break the deadlock left by the ancestors of the Wu clan from the root, and the roadblocks like the high priest should of course be stifled in the first place.

"But...... That's the High Priest. ”

"So what?"

Looking at Liu Nansheng's confused eyes, the Black Saintess laughed casually.

She is like a inky lotus flower in full bloom, and the venom-filled flower reveals the arrogance of Tu Li, wantonly bewitching the hearts of others.

"You once fought against the gods, and you barely won a glimmer of life, when you faced the gods, you dared to pick up your sword and raise your shield, the high priest is just a servant of the gods, what are you hesitating about, what are you afraid of?"

Such a blatant interrogation made Liu Nansheng hesitate, and only then did he realize the horror of the Black Saintess.

It wasn't just the contempt of the condescending, nor was it exactly the command of the superior to the appendages, her words were like entrenched vipers spitting out long red tongues, filled with the venom of despair. The oppressive force revealed invisibly is amazing and dangerous, it is the arrogance nourished by the darkness, which directly hooks up the most obscure dark side in the depths of the hearts of others.

It was also at that time that Liu Nansheng learned about the history of being hidden by the Wu clan.

"So, boy, you're right......."

I don't know how long it took for Liu Nansheng to retract his thoughts and glance at Liu Mu meaningfully.

"As you said, the Wu Clan is indeed a godslayer, and it is also a tool left by the little princess....... Back then, the ancient kingdom of Loulan pursued eternal life, vainly trying to change the deadlock by the power of the goddess, and when everything was out of control, he finally felt anxious. What can be done if you are in a hurry, it is difficult to recover the water, and perhaps from the very beginning of the decision, there is no turning back. ”

"Uncle Liu, in fact, if you think about it from another angle, this is not a bad thing. Liu Mu did not shy away from meeting Liu Nansheng's gaze, "We, the descendants, say that we are exploring the truth, but in fact, we are just remedying that mistake and not deteriorating the situation." ”

In the long silence, Liu Nansheng chewed on Liu Mu's words, as well as the secrets he said when he first entered the door, about the twelve concubines and the godslayer, and the little princess who was about to awaken in the flower soul. The words of the two sides are pieced together, and all the incompleteness becomes complete.

It's like the pieces scattered all over the place being picked up little by little.

The undetectable truths hidden in the ancient kingdom of Loulan back then finally emerged from the past wrapped in yellow sand and dust.

"The biggest contradiction within the Wu Clan, to put it bluntly, stems from fear...... The people were kept in the dark, completely ignorant of the truth, and were convinced that their devotion would be blessed by the gods and worshiped for generations. And those priests and high-ranking people who know the truth, as well as the white saintess who are struggling with fate, want to be forgiven by the gods on the one hand, and cannot confirm the fact that they have betrayed the gods, they are also deceiving themselves. ”

So, what to do?

It seems that after weighing all the possibilities, there is only the way that the Black Saintess said. Everything has good and negative, there is yin and yang, the twelve concubines and the white saintess are born to pray to the gods, so under the guidance of the black witch, they can also become tools to kill the gods, and completely cut off the inheritance of the witch clan.

Get rid of the high priest and replace him.

Then, according to the Black Saintess, choose a suitable heir, relive the eighteen years of reincarnation, and finally turn the prayer ceremony into a funeral ceremony on the right occasion, cutting off the possibility of the goddess awakening from the ice coffin, which is the only way to solve the problem.

Thinking about why he agreed in the first place, Liu Nansheng had already said that it was not good because of the unique oppressive force of the Black Saintess, or it was just that the desire in his heart was too bewitched. In short, he killed the High Priestess at the behest of the Black Saint, and concocted a lie in the name of the Black Saint to convince the villagers of Liuzhen, and found enough high-sounding reasons to whitewash it all.

It was also at that time that Liu Zhen began to cultivate the White Holy Maiden and use her as a test subject.

Or, to put it more directly, a tool for cultivating god-killers.

"It sounds like the Black Saintess has already arranged everything, so why did it fail?"

"If everything really goes that way, that's great. Liu Nansheng shook his head helplessly, "The Black Saintess can be counted at the beginning of the matter, how can we calculate the changes that came out of the way, and by the time we realize that the disaster has struck, it will be too late." ”

"What?" Liu Muyi raised his eyebrows.

"Because, little princess...... It was from Willow Town that he woke up. ”

It was a sentence squeezed out of the trembling lips, and the tail note was not heard well in the thick smell of smoke.

Liu Nansheng's emotions in his eyes also became a little darker, and he just shook his head bitterly after all.

It was the most confused and darkest eighteen years in Liuzhen, and everyone seemed to be singing and dancing at the end of the apocalypse, eager to celebrate the new life, but also unable to stop doubting the feasibility of all this. No one dared to say it thoroughly, did not dare to ask deeply, and did not dare to question, and even waited for the liberation after eighteen years with the heroism of the wind and the cold.

Therefore, every sacrifice is like dancing on the edge of a knife.

The reincarnation of the Holy Maiden and the Twelve Concubines were revered by the villagers as never before, and they lived in the Dragon Maiden Temple, where they were looked after by special people, and were worshiped by the villagers like incarnated gods. While enjoying the highest glory, the girls also yearn for a free life, and want to leave Liuzhen to see the outside world.

There is nothing wrong with these things, and who wouldn't want to break free from the shackles?

"Actually, it wasn't so much of a thing earlier, it was our ...... Hey, it's a taboo. ”

When he said this, Liu Nansheng's tone paused, and his already ugly face sank even more.

"I don't know how to explain these things, in fact, we have always strictly implemented those that the black witch ordered, the absence of the high priest has not caused an irreversible impact, the annual sacrifice in the Dragon Maiden Temple is presided over by me, and there is a big sacrifice on the summer solstice in summer, which is the birthday of the gods. There is also a New Year's festival in the depths of winter, which is a prayer for the fate that follows. ”

Liu Mu thought about Liu Nansheng's words, and quickly pointed out sharply.

"So what you said was a taboo because of the man in the silver mask?"

Liu Nansheng nodded heavily, and those nightmarish memories of the past also came back.

The first time I took in that weak young man was nothing more than a thought of kindness. At that time, Liu Nansheng didn't realize that the crux of the matter would appear in this stranger who happened to pass by. During that time, Liu Zhen was surprisingly busy, and everyone was like a clockwork spinning top, trying their best to prepare for the upcoming sacrifice, waiting for thousands of years of fate to be released.

The closer the story comes to an end, the more slackening becomes.

In fact, a long time later, Liu Nansheng studied deeply, and it was just a little bit worse at that time......

Only a little bit.

The silver-masked young man was indeed a good talker, he said that he was a freelance photographer, and he often went to all kinds of inaccessible places to find the beauty he hoped for, he had photographed the endless sea, photographed the setting sun that was about to end, once slept in the wild for more than ten days to record the moment when the birds spread their wings, and once waited for two whole nights in order to wait for a meteor shower without closing his eyes.

is probably used to living a life of running around day and night, and he doesn't take minor illnesses and disasters seriously. Who knew that in the deep mountains and old forests, he encountered heavy snow blocking the mountains, and the illness that fell from the overdraft in the early years also attacked, and he almost lost half of his life.

"You young people, you never use your body as your capital, what can you do....... Listen to me, in a few days, the heavy snow on this mountain will stop, you go back home, and you have to recuperate for a while, don't work so hard. ”

Liu Nansheng comforted the young man like this at that time, and even felt that his life was quite chic.

"Okay, village chief, you are indeed a good person, thank you really this time. ”

If you think about it, it only happened in a matter of days.

When the young man's body was almost cultivated and he offered to go to the Dragon Maiden Temple to help, Liu Nansheng didn't think much about it, and simply agreed generously.

"Hey....... It was my fault, I was, how could I have thought he really wanted to help. ”

Until the day of the sacrifice, no one was aware of any problems.

It was a rare grand day in this remote village of Liuzhen, the Dragon Maiden Temple was backed by the river, the long river was frozen in the snowy night in winter, and the scenery of the distant mountains was hidden in the night, leaving only a vague outline.

The saint raised her arms in front of the bonfire lit at the altar, and her gorgeous dance clothes reflected the scorching fire. Twelve maidens surrounded her, dancing a dance that had been arranged for a long time, and spilling drops of water from the net bottle. It's all too holy and too beautiful, like a beautiful dream.

When the mandala flowers bloomed all over the sky, the villagers of Liuzhen were stunned.

No one would have imagined that this ritual of burying the gods would encounter an accident, until those flowers came out of the ice and snow like an overwhelming patch, and the crimson of the demon was as if it had been washed by the blood of thousands of people, otherwise how could it bloom with such a sinful beauty.

Standing in the middle of the sea of flowers is a young girl.

What a beautiful girl she was.

After seeing the demeanor of the Black Saintess, Liu Nansheng would no longer sigh to a person because of his appearance, but when he saw the girl who came out of the sea of flowers, he still couldn't stop sighing. It turns out that in the face of extreme beauty, the only feeling left in people's hearts is admiration.

Her long black hair fell down the girl's shoulders, and she wore a delicately woven flower crown on her head, and a dusty white gauze skirt wrapped her graceful figure, like a god who had strayed into the world.

For those villagers kneeling on the ground, the girl did not say anything, her long eyelashes covered her emotions, but did not block the coldness and arrogance revealed by those blue eyes, as if she deserved to accept such a worship. The white skirt covered the girl's ankles, and the beautiful golden bells fell between her ankles, and every step made a crisp echo that disturbed the night.

And the tangled blades of grass wrapped in mandala flowers grew rapidly under the girl's pure feet, and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The loss of plant life was evident in the snowy night, as if it had bloomed against the laws of nature, but in an instant, the heavily wrapped petals had blossomed from bud to tumble, turning into a dull yellow shriveled ash, dissipating into the dust with the bitter evening breeze, as if they had never appeared.

The light of the fire in front of the altar reflected the girl's moving smile, which was touching to the point of cruelty. The flower branches twisted and entrenched in her delicate calves, and the feet hidden in the hem of her skirt were entwined by the vines of flowers and plants, and it was the nourishment given by these flowers and branches that the girl was sustaining her precarious life.

"Amiens. ”

That's what the man in the silver mask called the girl at the time.

- Amiens.

Or rather, the little princess who woke up from the soul of flowers.

It was precisely because of her appearance that the sacrifice that was supposed to liberate everything became the end of the world.