Forgotten Words

Three thousand years later, he I can only gaze at the brilliance of the sun bird's gold foil through the glass. The outline of the ancient Jinsha Kingdom can only be pieced together with the help of fragments of cultural relics. And he who came three thousand years ago, He actually stepped down from the knife holder to the neck of a condemned prisoner, Become a great witch with a staff who is worshiped by thousands of people. He originally thought that he was heading to a feast of ancient Shu civilization. Until he found out, The inscriptions on the stone tablets have turned into flying dust; The ink marks on the bamboo slips are gradually dissipating—— He gradually understood, He had already been swept away by the torrent of fate and became the last guardian of this silent catastrophe. He is not here to witness history. ——This is history, waiting for him for three thousand years.