The smell in the attic was very strong, and as soon as Xiao Hai stepped up, he felt a huge wave of mildew coming to his nose. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He coughed and waved his hand, there was no window on it, and it took a long time for his gaze to adjust to the darkness.

The top is narrow and the partition is low. Xiao Hai had to hunch over and bow his head to walk inside.

He fumbled for a candlestick and carefully lit it. Although the light is very faint, it is enough to see the palm-sized place. It's a bit like a pantry, with lots of groceries scattered around.

Nothing special, but.... On the wall in the far corner hung a painting of a woman he had seen. In the ruined temple he was called "Gasaman" by the eleven people.

Maybe the painting was too deceptive, or maybe he was too impressed by the woman who was rowing on the blood river, Xiao Hai instinctively felt a little afraid, but he thought for a moment, and still raised the candlestick and walked over.

The painting is a bit old, the white edges of the frame have been yellowed, and there are still some green mold spots on it. This painting is larger than I have seen before, I don't know if it is because of its age, or if the light is too dim, and the dress that should be blue is now green.

The painting, hanging a little high, Xiao Hai still can't see her face clearly, she shows a black shadow above the candlestick that can't shine.

There are a few lines of small print below:

Man He is in love,

Think deeply.

Tuode a thousand degrees,

We would like to meet in the forest.

Under the picture is a desk with various ancient books. The words engraved on the book are strange, a bit like pictures. Xiao Hai didn't recognize it, so he picked up one casually, and hastily flipped through a few pages, which were all ancient texts, and he read a few more books, feeling bored, and just wanted to give up and throw them aside. The book in my hand has lost many pages.

Xiao Hai bent down to pick it up and unfolded it on the table by candlelight.

Above are the drawings.

The paper is brown like cowhide, and it feels smooth and delicate to the touch. Most of the oil paint on it has evaporated, and a puff of dust has appeared. Xiao Hai waved his hand, waiting for the floating particles to disappear before he could see the contents on it.

The first picture shows a group of shepherds chasing sheep in a huge wilderness, and women looking for their husbands.

The second picture shows a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes with its eyes closed. The background was dark, and a pair of hands silently reached over......

The third picture shows what appears to be a dry desert, with people moving their belongings and leaving with their heads bowed.

The fourth picture shows a woman, with a **** body, and the cross wood tied to the hillside is burned by the fire, and the people below are indifferent.

Xiao Hai's neck stalk was a little cool, and sure enough, what happened in the Blood River that night was true.

The fifth picture shows an overwhelming red color, with stumps floating on the surface of the river, and a submerged and struggling crowd.

These contents are exactly the same as the scenes I saw!!

The sixth picture is still of these people, but their faces are slightly red, and they collectively hold their heads up in front of a painting.

Xiao Hai seemed to know what he was drawing next, he flipped to the next one, and sure enough, these people were already as red as blood! Some people only had one head left, and they looked pained on the ground.

Could it be that you will get this strange disease after being contaminated by the river of blood?

Xiao Hai hurriedly lifted his trouser legs, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his complexion was normal.

The last one, with a picture of a man.

The man folded his hands, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, and had a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. The face is like a crown, and it is exquisitely carved. The eyes are like black wings and deep, and the eyebrows are like white jade.

He is a monk, but he is also a beautiful man.

Xiaohai turned it over, and the back of the paper read: Short-lived and gone.

A flash in the pan?

Why is this sentence so familiar, at the end, Xiaohai suddenly realized that the woman was driving the oars, and she sang this sentence in her singing.

But what does that mean exactly?

He looked up at the woman in the painting, bewildered.

"You've found you."

An abrupt voice rang out.

Xiao Hai's heart trembled, and he turned back to the voice, not surprisingly, it was the strange old man.

He was hunched over, and the faint candlelight could only reflect one of his faces in the dark attic, the folds on it trembling, and his eyes looked straight at Xiao Hai.

That face slowly leaned over, enlarged step by step in front of Xiao Hai's eyes, and even could smell the unique old age aura on his body. It's the breath of one foot in the grave.

Cold, jerky.

In fact, Xiaohai is very afraid of the elderly, the older he is, the more afraid he is.

These people basically have no desires, they are sick, they sit in silence all day long, looking up in the sun, but they are already half cold. Or stand in the street, leaning against the alley, staring at two cloudy eyes, not letting go of everyone who passes in front of you, watching them younger than you and having something that you no longer can have...... The unwillingness and extreme desire to have it but lose it, never to get it again filled their eyes, and just like that, it was a day at a glance.

The old man grunted in his throat, and a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat and swallowed again, and after a while it crept up again, and then sank again......

Xiao Hai was disgusted to hear it, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The old man had an expressionless face, but he was reacted by Xiao Hai's unconscious movements, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, so that those folds changed their lines.

The old man looked at Xiao Hai for a while, walked past him, walked to the portrait, and watched quietly.

"What does the owner of this painting look like?" Unable to hold back the curiosity in his heart, Xiao Hai walked over and asked.

He tiptoed and held up the candlestick, but he still couldn't see the woman's face, at most to her chest, and it was pitch black.

The old man didn't answer him, he stretched out his withered hand and stroked the portrait, his fingers trembled, Xiao Hai shone the candlelight like the old man, and he actually shed tears!

The cloudy eyeballs were shiny and a little weird in the candlelight.

"She's still so beautiful."

After a long time, he spoke slowly.

Xiao Hai chuckled in his heart, the face on the portrait was pitch black, and he really couldn't think of the woman's appearance. But..... Could it be that this old man is also as psychedelicized as himself?

Wrong... He shook his head then, the old man must know something to say this.

The old man sat down on the table and was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, as if hesitating. He frowned and lowered his head, but suddenly raised his head and stared at Xiao Hai, his eyes like wooden fish were motionless, there was not much candle wax left, and the flickering candlelight reflected that face even more hateful.

"She is the princess of Shanshan." The old man closed his eyes again: "A piece of jade in the mud city." ”

Desert loess day, sunset and bright sun.

It seemed that it was just yesterday, and the sound of camel bells in my ears was echoing in the endless dusk with the melodious and high-pitched singing. The boundless desert is like a sleeping memory, buried with thousands of years of secrets. The city is not lost, the cattle and sheep are herded, and the grassland is still the same. The shepherds are rushing in the morning glow, returning to the twilight, and the shadows of the driving are frozen into murals and left in their minds. The towering palace is white and peaceful, and the night is quiet. The Niya River flows quietly in the darkness, and the moon shines brightly.

Time has passed, and the curse has passed. That hatred..

The flying sand drowned out all the splendor, leaving only the desolation of the Gobi sand dunes. The dry river is like a huge ugly scar, carved into the land. The sea of annihilation is like a prison, the blood flows like a river, the corpses are all over the field, and the poison invades the cursed bones.

The voice...

The old man's body stiffened, and she tore through the sky with a scream, as terrible as a knife, and slashed down on him, in pain.

The stupidity of the people, the scolding of the people, the cruelty of the people, the tragic death of the people ....

This city has been rich in fertile soil and wealth for thousands of years, and the yellow sand is a corner of the sky, which has endured for a long time. This city, the perennial Xiongnu squeeze and the Central Plains worship has become an empty shell, and it will collapse at the first touch.

Her hatred, like a stone in her heart, was inadvertently pulled up and completely smashed....

"And what happened to the princess?" Xiao Hai asked.

The old man withdrew from his memories, he calmed down, paused, and spoke eloquently......

On the day she was born, the grass withered, the morning sun was dark, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the cattle and sheep were all sudden.

She doesn't cry or make trouble. In the swaddling clothes, he stared around with big black eyes, full of curiosity, and suddenly giggled when he saw the queen who had fainted on the bed.

The next day, Empress Saliman died.

As soon as she was born, it was an ominous omen.

No one dared to come near her.

She was abandoned in a corner behind the palace and grew up silently. It is privately rumored in the palace that this princess will always talk to herself in the air and say things that others can't understand.

She's a fan-like existence.

A taboo, unknown, and dangerous existence.

Gradually, she was forgotten. Also forgotten is her kindness.

The young maid knocked over the vase while cleaning, and the splinters slipped through the cloth of the tribute court, expensive, rare cloth.

The maid was severely beaten for three days, and was thrown into the ruins with only half a life.

She saved her.

There are no masters and servants, no poverty, no other look.

The maid gave her a bracelet to repay her for saving her life.

Day after day, a subtle emotion gradually took root in each other's hearts. Like the only flower in the desert, they cling to each other for fear of disappearing. Two souls who were despised by everyone collided, relying on each other in the cold to seek warmth.

She and her, like the fruit of a seed, bloom into two flowers, the same root and stem, and cherish each other. In the darkness that does not see the light of day, there are hidden secrets that no one knows, and they bloom silently.

One day, he was bumped into by an old maid.

Indecent love, taboo, royal shame.

The maid was put to death. The **** body was displayed in front of the people, and everyone was cursing, accusing her of being unbearable. The execution began in the night, starting from the skull, and was cut with a razor blade, and then the tip of the knife was forcefully pointed inward, gently, slowly, and according to the lines, the whole skin of the whole body. Then the skinned maid was burned in the fire.

The princess was the torturer.

Soon after, the princess died.

When she died, she lay in the ruins, where she had found her maid, with a peaceful and quiet face.

The king ordered the princess to be buried, but she was not allowed to enter the tomb. and ordered someone to take the jade bracelet on her wrist.

Since then, it has been the beginning of the nightmare of the city......

Every cloudy day, unitary time. The heavens and the earth suddenly change, mixed into one color, the wind thunders, the black is sudden, the earth is bleeding, and the sky is rising rapidly! The beast came from prison, loved human flesh and bones, blood covered the city wall, the people could not escape, the plague broke out, the violent corpses were mutilated, the people were not able to live, and the country was not strong.

The people rumored that it was her curse.

Families also offered her portraits and worshipped her as gods, hoping to alleviate their sins and obtain forgiveness.

But it was all in vain......

"Alas...," the old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If you can come back alive from there, I know it's not that simple." ”

There? Xiao Hai immediately understood that the old man was talking about the River of Blood......

"The ancients said: 'Three lives, one life, one fall, one prison. They say: earth, fallen, hell. The river of blood you experience is actually a fall, and she will take everyone to hell. ”

"The people here, all dead?"

"I'm still a little wheezing, but I'll go sooner or later. For example, I'm an old man......" The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Why did she let me go?"

"Because you have what she wants!" The old man's tone changed, staring at Xiao Hai's chest.

Xiao Hai took out the bracelet from his chest and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

The clear green bracelet looked a little yellow in the candlelight, but it was still smooth and moist. The old man didn't take it, he squinted his eyes and stretched out his head, looked at it for a while, and said, "Sure enough......

Xiao Hai followed the old man's gaze and found that there was a line of words engraved in the bracelet, but he didn't recognize it.

"What's written on it?"

"The name of the master."

"How can I find her?"

"I know her grave."

The old man looked up at the portrait again: "Let's go, it's time for this to end." He turned around slowly, the bell on his waist jingled, he walked to the staircase, turned around, saw the motionless Xiaohai, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's a little weird."

"What's strange?"

"The bracelet was picked up in the fallen world. The second time, I met her. If this was what she had been looking for, why hadn't anything been done about me at that time? ”

"The she's you see is just an obstacle conjured up by hatred. Her body is in a coffin. ”

"You seem to be scared of this bracelet."

"Nope."

"When I took it out for you, you kept dodging."

The old man was silent for a while, and then said, "I am a citizen of this city, and I am the object of her curse, and it is inevitable that I will be forbidden to see this bracelet. But I'm not afraid. ”

Xiaohai still didn't move.

"You don't trust me?" The old man was a little incredulous. He sighed, walked over, took the bracelet in Xiao Hai's hand, put it on his hand, and said, "What about this time?" ”

Xiao Hai grinned: "You got the bracelet, and you know the cemetery, so I don't need to go with you." ”

The old man was stunned.

"The people you said they escaped from hell will go back." Xiao Hai paused: "So, I wonder why you brought me." ”

The old man looked at him in silence, his cloudy eyes like dead fish smiling.

The last wax burned out, and the flickering candlelight flickered a few more times, and was completely extinguished.

It's dark.