Chapter Eleven: The Tomb of Mrs. Xiao in Baihua Town
On the tall stone gate archway are engraved three deadly characters that are dark red like blood and look like ghosts approaching - Baihua Town!
In front of me, there was yellow sand all over the sky. The strong wind picked up the dead branches and leaves, and the yellow sand flew all over the sky. It swirled around and hit me, hitting my face and causing pain.
The town that was once glorious and glorious has now long since fallen into ruin. The deserted and silent streets are desolate and gloomy, and the tattered wattle cloth is windless. The window lattice in the corner is densely covered with spider silk. Occasionally, a big rat or two passes through the window sill, and then disappears in the blink of an eye.
Into the dead alley.
The bluestone pavement has long been covered by yellow sand, and its former appearance can be vaguely discerned while walking. Some of the brick and tile houses have collapsed, and dark red blood stains can be faintly seen on the dirty rubble.
Feng Qingge stepped on a collapsed rubble and uncovered the bricks covering it, revealing a skull with bones and bones. He cleaned up the bricks and tiles around the skull and picked up the skull. There was only the upper jaw, not the lower jaw.
The bones and mandible have long been lost in years of wind, frost, snow and rain.
"This man has been dead for a long, long time."
Feng Qingge dropped the skull, patted the dust off her hands, and looked around.
Xue Xichen looked around the dead and desolate town and couldn't help but sigh, "Baihua Town has been abandoned for a long time. This place has long become a ruin."
"Or the hell on earth it once was!"
Mu Qingfei pointed to the heavy bones covered by a large area of dark bricks with a solemn expression.
Feng Qingge sighed, "Historical records say that that year, the Eighteen Shura Cavalry betrayed their master, killed everyone on sight, and massacred the city madly. Mrs. Xiao's husband Yu Wen'ao led his troops to suppress the rebellion. That bloody battle lasted from dawn to dawn.
The killing lasted until dusk for three days and three nights, with countless casualties. The sky was filled with blood and the ground was filled with bones. It was because of that rebellion that Baihua Town became the dead city it is today."
Xue Xichen bent down to pick up a dark object and patted the dust off it. It turned out to be a moldy pancake. She looked around the dead and gloomy town, seeing the ruins of bricks and tiles everywhere, and the hidden things hidden under the rubble.
Bones were white, and a cold air rose from the soles of her feet, then spread to her limbs and veins. She couldn't help but shiver, and the pancake in her hand fell to the ground, splashing thick gray-yellow dust and soiling her embroidered shoes.
Seeing that Xue Xichen's expression was wrong, Feng Qingge thoughtfully put her arm around Xue Xichen's waist from behind, held her hand, and asked with concern: "Xichen, are you okay?"
His hands were hot, while hers were cold. Her fear was like a sinuous snake, attacking his heart bit by bit, causing his heart to freeze unconsciously.
"The glory of the past...the ruin now...Mrs. Xiao who once glorified the Three Kingdoms...I really can't believe it..."
"Xichen, I understand!"
I understand your shock and sadness!
"It's too cruel..."
It is indeed too cruel...
In front of Xue Xichen, such a scene gradually emerged...
Looking around in the vast sky, yellow sand blocks out the sun, and is a bloody and withered place.
Raging fire burned thatched cottages, and white smoke billowed; the broken sword was stained with blood and stuck on the pale earth; the withered trees stood alone, longing for the favor of rain and dew. The lying corpses were spread across the fields.
, like a long road paved with flesh and blood, and the rich smell of blood makes people nauseous.
In that dark world, life was ruthlessly trampled on, and time stopped in its hasty footsteps. In that cold world, time and everything were solidified and frozen.
That cruel war, that cruel killing, devoured innocent lives like a nightmare. Homes turned into dust overnight, relatives and friends turned into loess overnight, and fragile lives died midway.
Tears couldn't help but wet her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying, whether she was crying for the countless lives lost or for this withered and cruel land.
"Xichen, stop thinking about it!"
Feng Qingge hugged her tightly and warmly from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder. He breathed into her ear, "Xichen, it's over... everything is over..."
"I don't know...I don't know...I really don't know..."
She didn't know why she was crying, she didn't even know who she was crying for. It was just that there was such a feeling that rushed into the deepest part of her heart, giving her the strongest shock and the most unforgettable shake.
"Qing Ge, they are all executioners! They are all the cruelest executioners!"
Xue Xichen grabbed Feng Qingge's lapel tightly and buried herself in his generous embrace, sobbing, her voice hoarse and trembling.
He gently stroked Xue Xichen's back, soothing her shocked heart.
He understood her heart! Because like her, he was shocked to the core by the desolate situation in front of him. It was so cruel...so ruthless...the sound field riot back then...how many bones were buried...
It is said...
Mrs. Xiao, who was once famous all over the world and intimidated everyone... died... because of that riot...
…
A night of silence.
At first light, they ate some dry food to satisfy their hunger, and then set off to search for Mrs. Xiao's tomb.
Mrs. Xiao's mausoleum is located on a hill about eighty miles away from Baihua Town. The dark brown stone stands between the sky and the earth. It is dull and majestic. It has an breathtaking momentum, which is spontaneous and awe-inspiring.
Don't let people get close.
Standing in front of Mrs. Xiao's mausoleum, the three of them fell silent for a moment, lowering their eyes silently, and at the same time mourned in their hearts this legendary woman who once glorified and brought countless wealth to the world.
"Is this Mrs. Xiao's mausoleum?"
Xue Xichen lowered her head and looked at the map in her hand, then looked up at the majestic and lonely mausoleum. She seemed to see Mrs. Xiao's life that was once extremely glorious and splendid and then suddenly declined and lonely.
She once held the world's wealth in her hands!
She was once the mother of the Xuanyuan Dynasty!
She was once surrounded by beautiful husbands, and each of her husbands were outstanding men and women of their time.
The emperors of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, Fengxiang Kingdom and Tianji Kingdom are all her children!
She once had Baihua Town alone, and no one in the world dared to control her!
She was once a goddess in the hearts of the world, an idol handed down from generation to generation, and an everlasting light of enlightenment in the hearts of all people!
However, now, with the passage of time, this great woman can only be buried in this cold and desolate mausoleum, savoring her successful and extremely failed life in the wind and rain.
Her failure was due to Shura's Eighteen Riders...
If you raise tigers, you will end up being eaten by tigers!
This is the pain of Mrs. Xiao’s life...
This is a sin that Mrs. Xiao must bear for the rest of her life!
Last through the years, forever!
"This is Mrs. Xiao's mausoleum."
Looking at this cold building, Feng Qingge told Xue Xichen in a low voice and in the most serious and nostalgic tone.