After Xiaohai left, Da Lei often sat alone at the entrance of the village, looking at the desert that he couldn't get out of, looking forward to one day a big and a small shadow coming back.

He still had a thick coat of manbai on his hands, and under the white petals that were whistling and stirred by the wind, there were bloody wounds.

It's strange to say that this injury has never healed, and Da Lei doesn't care, his empty eyes have no light, like a pale shell.

From day to night, the wind is blowing stronger and stronger, the temperature is also decreasing, the white petals on his hands are falling down one after another, Da Lei shrunk his neck, and looked outside the village, there are only a few sand dunes looming in the dark night.

He still hasn't returned.

Alas.

With a sigh, he got up and walked back.

The lonely back is more of a disappointment.

This period of time is not long, but it is not short, if I remember correctly, when I came out this morning, the manbai on the table had already withered and dried.

Two 'degrees' have passed......

Recently, the sixth child and Sister Zhu have been coming and going very frequently, I don't know when it started, the two of them would come out of a room early in the morning, Sister Zhu still has traces of last night's madness on her neck, she saw that Da Lei was very embarrassed, and the sixth child behind her was more calm. However, Da Lei's mind is not here at all, he has been thinking about the huge desert outside the village, there is his only relative, and he is waiting for Xiaohai to come back at the entrance of the village every day.

The sand under your feet becomes hard at night, and your feet crunch when you walk.

On the way back, passing by the patriarch's house, Da Lei subconsciously glanced up, walked forward for a while, and seemed to feel that something was wrong, he trotted back and stopped in front of this two-story small building.

Through the window, the upstairs lights were on.

Thinking of the night before Xiaohai left, the mysterious place on the stairs was pitch black, Da Lei couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart.

Would you like to go up and have a look?

He asked himself in his mind.

Da Lei stood a little hesitant in place, and in the next second, when he saw the door of the patriarch's house, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Could it be that the patriarch is going out again? Da Lei thought about it, but walked over and pushed the door open.

"Squeak"

The door still made the same old wail as it had been that night.

The house was quiet, and Da Lei stood outside the door and shouted: "Di... Lord Tiru? ”

No one answered, but when Da Lei adjusted to the light, he saw the patriarch lying on the earthen bed with his back to him, lying on his body.

It seems that he is sleeping very soundly, Da Lei thought to himself.

However, the light is on in the attic, who is upstairs?

Or did the old guy go up and forget to put out the candle?

Da Lei gently closed the door and tiptoed up the stairs.

He knew that it was a bit indecent for him to break into other people's homes like this, and if he let others see it, he would have to coax him out. But I don't know why, when I think of what happened that night, my feet don't listen to the call to go up and see.

Fortunately, the stairs didn't make much noise.

Thinking of the dream about the mirror that night, Da Lei still felt empty. It was so weird that he walked cautiously upwards, poking his head out to look inside when he was almost at the top.

The bright light felt empty above, and I didn't see the mirror.

Da Lei breathed a sigh of relief and walked up.

Sure enough, there were two candles lit on it, and nothing else.

There are no mirrors, no heads of the fifth masters, no gibberish things.

Wait, Da Lei squinted his eyes, and the corner of the wall seemed to be ...... There seems to be a book.

Is there a book in this place?

Da Lei walked over suspiciously and picked it up, only to find that this was not a book, just a few pages, all of which had been yellowed, but the picture quality was okay.

Da Lei carefully folded them up and stuffed them into his clothes, he had a hunch that no matter what was painted on them, it must be inextricably linked to what he had experienced.

Quiet surrounding.

The old guy is still sleeping, his body is lying together, and he seems to be sleeping quite soundly.

Da Lei walked to the door, gently pushed open the door, and then ran away with a smoke, he ran out of breath along the way, he only knew that he had to keep running, keep running, so that he had already run back to the house, and he was still holding on to these pages.

Da Lei lay down and gasped for breath.

It was too dark.

He looked out the window.

Let's wait until the contents of this paper are lit up.

Da Lei took a long breath and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, it was almost noon during the day, the sun was hot outside, Da Lei rubbed his eyes and stood up, scooped a sip of water and drank it, the underwater stomach suddenly became a lot of energy, there was laughter outside the door, Da Lei looked at the sound through the window, Sister Zhu stood at the door of the sixth house, and the two of them didn't know what they were talking about, they kept giggling.

I was inexplicably envious in my heart, and even a little jealous.

The same people who have entered the ancient tomb are also cursed, why can he get out of the whole body, and he can still pick up girls, and he is trapped in this place where birds don't and his bones are buried?! Just because I looked in that mirror first?!

He accepted it, because there was no way, in his heart, he was still a little unwilling!

It would be great if he left this ghost place with Xiaohai, yes, and then take Ganu with him, leave the desert, and return to Hebei, no, as long as he leaves this place, he can go anywhere, even if it is in a big ravine.

Da Lei looked at Sister Zhu and Lao Liu, who were laughing outside, the huge sunlight hit the two of them and turned white, shaking Da Lei distracted, through this bright light, he seemed to see himself and Xiao Hai standing on the street, pushing a pancake cart, scooping a spoonful of batter on the pot, beating two eggs, and sprinkling a handful of green onions...... Busy sweating profusely, Xiao Hai shouted on the side, handing himself a towel to wipe his sweat from time to time, and Ganu, standing behind him, was busy collecting money, and he would occasionally reprimand him for finding the wrong money. The servant was busy from early morning to late afternoon, and said to the next customer, "Sorry, sold out......"

After the end, find a restaurant to eat shabu mutton, hold on until the belly explodes and go home, sleep a lot, rest for a day and then work.....

...... Da Lei came back to his senses, and his eyes were full of indescribable disappointment and sadness.

Sister Zhu laughed with the sixth child and entered the house.

Da Lei looked at the back of the sixth child, feeling that the guy was full of schadenfreude, and even his hair was saying to himself: "Da Lei? Why aren't you dead yet? It's better to get out if you're dead! ”

Da Lei patted his head and shook his head, now is not the time to think about this.

He picked up the pages from his bosom, flipped them out, and sat down next to the window.

The first one has a line on it: Man Death Luo Sheng.

There is a girl on the screen, exactly like Senua. It was the owner of the tomb, and she sat on a chair with a smile on her face. There was also a wooden chair next to it, which was empty.

The second picture is still her, walking in the yard, as if looking back and laughing and talking to people, but there is still a blank behind her, and she is the only one on the painting. There are a few small words below: Gassaman.

Is it her name?

After reading a few pages, the tomb owner in the painting is alone, but her eyebrows reveal the joy of communicating with others...... After thinking about it, Da Lei understood that she was talking to another princess. Two tombs, both of which are princesses, one means auspiciousness and the other means curse. Now that the auspicious tomb has collapsed, the owner of the painting has naturally disappeared.

The next page turned out to be a monk.

He was dressed in gold, twisted Buddha beads in his hands, and bowed his head in the bamboo forest under the shade of the green to chant the scriptures, as if he was in a fairy forest in the next world, and did not eat dust. Da Lei suddenly thought of the sentence in "Dream of Red Mansions" that describes Jia Baoyu: the face is like a powder, the lips are like grease, the hope is amorous, the language is often laughing, and the natural coquettishness is all on the eyebrows. All kinds of feelings in my life are all in the corner of my eyes.

What a beautiful man.

There is a passage behind the painting:

"It's a flash in the pan...."Da Lei muttered.

The next page is a flurry of blood. Yes, it was blood, blood sprinkled on people's faces, and they fell to the ground in agony, with a scarlet river of blood behind them.

The next page is all too familiar to draw Da Lei, who has seen countless times in his dreams, and this is the self-portrait of the cursed princess that every family worships. In the portrait, she is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the ice and snow are lovely.

Senua....

Thinking of this, Da Lei's heart sank again. He folded the painting in half and folded it under a mat woven of bark. In fact, I still resist this painting very much, not only because Senua, in my dream, there is a strange black fire burning in the body of the person who touches this painting, and I will soon die of a strange disease.

The last page is still the monk, who closed his eyes and walked a little lonely on the desert, with a small black shadow behind him.

This shadow...... Da Lei held up the paper and looked carefully at the sunlight, it was a small black shadow. But...... Why is this shadow so familiar... Although it is a black shadow without even facial features, Da Lei is sure that he must have seen this familiar shadow and must know who it is!! .... But... Alas... Da Lei had a headache when he thought about it, he just couldn't think of it.

Wait, Da Lei looked at the previous pages, and sure enough...! He squinted his eyes and searched in the painting, every page, every page! It's not obvious, but it's there!

This shadow! This black shadow is on every page!

Who is this? Is it male or female?

Da Lei couldn't help but think of the black shadow in the stone statue water before... The shadow snatched the gun from his back in the water and guided himself to another chamber......

.... Damn it! Da Lei closed his eyes in pain, and there were more doubts than before.

But now I can be sure that:

The relationship between the two princesses has always been very good.

The death of the two princesses should be inseparable from the dry cleaning of the monk.

The strange disease of the Loulan people is not only related to the portrait, but also the strange blood.

The dreams I have are real.

"Bang dang!" The door was slammed open.

Da Lei was startled by this sudden voice, hurriedly packed up the scattered papers, and before he could see who it was, he heard an almost crazy roar: "I'm getting married!" I'm getting married! Hee-hee-hee-hee..."

Sister Zhu rushed in and pressed Da Lei's shoulder, her excitement was already distorted, and she laughed wildly and shouted: "Leizi! I'm getting married! The sixth .... The sixth married me!! I..... I'm getting married! ”

Da Lei looked at her in a daze, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, Sister Zhu was a little excited, she was so panicked that she couldn't even say "congratulations".

Da Lei turned his head and saw the sixth child standing outside the door through the window, his face was sad, and his frowning brows contrasted sharply with Sister Zhu's wild smile.