Walking up the stairs to the altar, there seems to be a faint light ahead. As the footsteps went up, the light became clearer and clearer. At the end of the semicircular staircase is a small platform. Twenty-one pillars surround it, and in the center stands a square white stone tablet. White flames burned on each pillar, and the light was steady and soft. It seems that they have existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, and they will always exist.

"Whose tombstone is this?"

Xu Changqing muttered and leaned down. The white stele is simple and unadorned, with a line of deeply carved and strange characters, and there are also strokes, which look like Chinese characters, but they are simply impossible to understand. Standing in front of the monument, Xu Changqing was silent for a long time. He caressed the stone face, his fingertips sliding over each stroke. "This is the text of the Heian period," he muttered, one by one, "where the beloved daughter of God rests, and whoever disturbs her will shed blood." ”

Surrounding the platform where the tombstone stood, white bones, broken swords, broken armor, and helmets were strewn across the floor. A few unusual bones slumped up the stairs. The reason why it is different is that it is holding a thick book covered with dust in his hand. Xu Changqing gently pulled the book out from under its armpit. Although this action is slight, the skeleton that has been going on for thousands of years still can't afford it. As soon as the book left his hand, the skeleton immediately scattered and turned into gray pieces.

The book was strewn with cuts from sharp weapons such as swords, a small half of the lower end was charred, and the rest of the book was stained with old blood. To be honest, there are very few parts that can be seen clearly. Xu Changqing casually flipped through the next few pages, and the smell of musty rot made him frown unconsciously.

He whispered the words from the book:

"We have retreated to the end of the main hall, and the lord's army is attacking us. They are brutal and we are exhausted, but no one will surrender. We swear that we will fight to the last man. The beautiful Princess Snow is above, we have shamed her kindness, and may blood wash away this shame. ”

It seems that this is a masterpiece written by those who resisted to the end. The author is quite literate in calligraphy, and should be a very knowledgeable person.

He began to flip through the pages.

"On the last day of the mausoleum's construction, we injected sand into the mechanism and activated the lever. When pouring fine sand into the stone trough, something went wrong, and the temporary support blocking the exit collapsed, and Kazubei was buried alive in the sand. By the time we dig him out, the poor man is already suffocating. We decided to seal the twenty-first opening in the burial chamber, which reduced the sensitivity of the mechanism, but at least left a way out. To remove the mechanism, all you have to do is pry open the stone of the seal, which contains ......"

The writing on the back is long and indistinct, and it is about what kind of sand drainage channel and pressure and so on. The next few pages are illegible, with a few staccato sentences, about gold, carriages, and whatever. From this passage onwards, it is mentioned that they are secretly storing weapons and armor. In the last few rows, a small team went out to distribute the weapons, and the third team was informed that the weapons were buried two feet under the ninth pillar of the temple gate. ”

The next few pages were unrecognizable, and the pages were so ruined. From here, a lot of pages are mostly lost, as the next chapter skips straight to combat. The person who wrote the notes seemed to be in a high state of mind, and the words were sloppy.

"Master Suwa has died in front of the temple. When he was left alone, he was surrounded by dozens of spearmen. We wanted to rush back to save him, but we couldn't. We killed some of the people who stood in our way, but the bastards killed more and more...... Samurai poured in with rows of infantry. We blocked the gate with the remaining stones, which were more or less able to resist for a while. ”

At this point, the handwriting becomes more and more messy, with despair and madness.

“…… We can't get out, we have nowhere to go. They had occupied the front hall and the sacrificial hall. Both Tatsuya and Kuya died on the way to retreat. The samurai led the soldiers into a surprise ...... The main gate can't be guarded. We don't have many people left to fight, and in front of Xue's tombstone, the last battle will be our fate. Maybe we should pry open the trap and keep those wicked people from getting their hands on the mausoleum...... It's too late, the lord's army blows the battle horn, and here they are—"

Xu Changqing paused, pondering the meaning of these last few words. He thought for a moment, looked around, and began to search.

The white stone tombstone was faintly lit and stood there quietly, as if to suggest something.