The little girl was wearing a purple dress, the style was a southern Xinjiang costume, but her appearance had a bit of the charm of the Central Plains, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long eyelashes, a pair of big eyes flickering, staring curiously at the guy squatting on the ground.

After smelling the seventeenth flower, Chen Mo inadvertently raised his head and finally discovered the existence of the little girl.

At that moment, Chen Mo was stunned.

He stood in place, not moving, his heart began to beat faster, his palms began to sweat, he couldn't see his face, he only felt a hot face, it should be blushing, and his mouth was even more dry.

The little girl in purple looked at the guy who suddenly turned red, covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

This seems to be the most beautiful sound in the world, which makes Chen Mo fascinated by it.

Neither of the two of them spoke, just looked at each other, the little girl smiled unscrupulously, and Chen Mo did not hide his inextricable gaze.

In the end, it was the little girl who spoke first to break the deadlock, and she asked softly: "Look at your appearance, you don't look like a native of southern Xinjiang, who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

Chen Mo then remembered the original intention of coming here, and said loudly: "I came here to crack the technique of borrowing corpses to restore souls of the queen of Southern Xinjiang. ”

The little girl let out a soft "oh", lowered her head, lowered her voice a little lower, and whispered: "It turned out that the ...... who came to kill me"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, hurriedly rushed forward, and asked, "What do you mean by this?" Are you the one who casts the spell? ”

The little girl smiled sweetly, first nodded, then shook her head, looked at the sea of purple flowers around her, and asked, "Look at these flowers, aren't they beautiful?" ”

Chen Mo was fascinated by the little girl's smile, smiled innocently, and couldn't help nodding and saying, "Beautiful!" More beautiful than all the flowers I've ever seen combined. ”

The little girl's smile suddenly froze, sighed, and said, "Although these flowers are beautiful, they will charm the mind, when you see me, do you feel out of breath, and your heart is beating very fast?" ”

Chen Mo's face turned red again, he lowered his head shyly, and nodded.

The little girl sighed lightly: "It's all because you inhaled the fragrance of these flowers on the other side, that's why it's like this." ”

Chen Mo thought for a moment and asked, "Are those dead people alive also these flowers on the other side?" ”

The little girl nodded lightly and said, "The flowers on the other side were originally bloomed on the Huangquan Road, and they could summon the souls of the dead. ”

After finishing speaking, the little girl looked at Chen Mo indifferently, as if she was ready to die.

Chen Mo lowered his head, thought for a long time, and asked, "Did you plant these flowers?" ”。

The little girl smiled, and she could feel that the person in front of her did not want to kill her, and it was enough for a person like her, who had existed in the world as a shrine maiden for generations, but could only hide underground.

The little girl rolled up her cuffs, stretched out her arms, and said with a smile: "These flowers are watered with my blood. ”

Chen Mo looked at the little girl's arm, silent, the dense wounds on it, some of which looked like new wounds, and the wounds had not yet fully healed.

Chen Mo was never afraid of bloodshed, but he knew how painful it was, and the little girl with scars on her two arms was actually laughing.

Chen Mo suddenly turned around, wiped the corners of his eyes fiercely, couldn't see his expression, and when he turned around again, he asked a question that surprised the little girl.

"Did you do it voluntarily?"

The little girl smiled happily, she patted the boulder, motioned for Chen Mo to come and sit down, and when Chen Mo came over, she silently thought in her heart whether she wanted to tell everything.

Her family has been a shrine maiden for generations, and her body has blood in her body that can nourish the flower of the other side, and her fate has been decided since she was born.

This fiery but forever dark cave is where she belongs all her life.

Is it voluntary, and is it so heavy or not?

She didn't know what else she could do here than to water these flowers that could charm her mind with blood.

She had never had the idea of going outside to see it, because she had no idea what was out there, and she wasn't sure it would be better than the cave where she had never been born and had never stepped out.

Chen Mo's intrusion caused a small ripple in her heart, but that's it, and it can only be like this.

She had never spoken to a stranger, and the guards who had come here to bring her food had never looked at her in the eye.

She knew that it was a kind of fear, and the place where she was a sea of purple flowers, a paradise like a fairyland on earth, and the source of all sins.

She didn't blame anyone, and those who poured out their sins with their own hands with their blood were certainly terrifying.

You have to learn to adapt and learn to accept everyone's indifference to you.

This is what the mother said to her before she died, there is no mother's expectation for her children, there is only a way of doing things that has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is a trace of desolation behind it.

But she didn't feel bad, because she liked these purple flowers, which were called the flowers of the other side, and her mother's words taught her to accept indifference, and she also learned to wrap herself.

It was a very happy thing for her to be with flowers every day, so when the boy who was not a few years older than her came over and sat beside her, she gave an affirmative answer.

But she didn't seem to realize that from the beginning, she had never had the right to choose, so where could she be willing to talk about it?

The boy lowered his head, thought for a long time, and said something that shook her heart.

"Even if you are voluntary, the fault is not yours, let alone these flowers, if you want to blame, you have to blame those who do bad things with the flowers on the other side."

The young man said very firmly, without the slightest hesitation, firm and thorough.

She listened to it warmly, but the next moment, she burst into tears.

She looked at the boy who had his head down, not daring to look up at her, the first person not to treat her like a monster, and the first person besides her mother to make her feel warm.

After her mother died, she told herself that there would be no more warmth, and it took her many years to miss that warmth and to adapt to a life that no longer had that warmth.

She finally got used to it, so she laughed when she thought the appearance of the teenager would end her life.

But when the warmth of the long-lost reunion appeared in her heart again, her thick heart wall was shattered by a punch, and her tears could no longer be stopped.

The young man gently put his hand on the head of the little girl who was crying with his face hidden, and stroked it a few times like an adult.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't know what to say, but he just thought it would make the little girl better.