Then Mr. Qian no longer hesitated, took a few steps forward quickly, and returned to the place close to the statue again.

My heart was raised to my throat in one breath, and I felt so determined that my heartbeat would calm down, and I followed Mr. Qian tightly.

Not only the rich and old ones who have been involved in witchcraft, but I am also there.

Mr. Qian is willing to take this risk in order to eliminate witchcraft. What's wrong with me? What's more, if witchcraft cannot be solved, what's waiting for me is still a dead end. It's better to give it a try.

Even if the thing in front of you is so evil, it cannot be said that it is at least a situation where there is no life.

As I got closer to the statue in front of me step by step, my heartbeat became more and more violent, and this was caused by the fear that could not be curbed no matter how I calmed it down.

Fortunately, no abnormal situation occurred when Mr Qian and I arrived in front of the statue.

Judging from the traces on the back of the statue before, no obvious soft tissue such as viscera was found.

This shows that the time that happened at that time is now very far away, and the soft tissue has decayed and oxidized.

This is a comfort to us. After so many years, I hope nothing horrible will really happen.

When I walked around the side of the statue, I saw something vaguely under the statue's arm.

I half-closed my eyes and wanted to see more carefully. I didn't dare to lie on the statue, for fear of waking up this thing, so I could only use my feet as the basis and get as close to the statue in front of me as possible.

When I was approaching the extreme, I completely saw what was underneath.

These are some of the characters drawn and engraved. Because they are covered by arms, the characters on them are still clear even if they are old.

But I don’t understand which dynasty the words on it come from, nor do I understand what they are written on it.

I quickly took out my phone from my pocket, turned off the flash and volume of my phone, aimed at the place where the text was, and took several photos in succession.

There are quite a lot of these words, and I always feel that these words will record some secrets.

"Old Qian comes here, there are words here." I spoke slowly, and still tried my best to suppress my voice while speaking, bringing out a little bit of air.

Mr. Qian walked over slowly, and when he saw the words on the statue, his brows immediately tightened.

"The text on it is not the common text of each dynasty, it should be the text unique to some ethnic minorities."

"Some of these words have even been lost, and it is not easy to interpret the meaning of these words."

When I heard this, I shook my head in disappointment. Now I can only record the text on my phone and then find someone to translate it.

But to be honest, I am afraid I have no time. Now for Mr. Qian and me, time is already urgent. Although the speed of petrochemical diffusion is not fast, it is difficult to say whether this speed will become faster. How long can Mr. Qian and I last?

But just as I was thinking, Mr. Qian had already walked away. At this time, he was continuing to explore the situation around the stone statue.

I sighed quietly and began to continue looking at the stone statue in front of me. Since the stone statue is carved with words, there must be other secrets hidden.

If there was nothing in this area, no matter who built the statue, there was no reason to put such a thing here.

It is very likely that the secret about the protection of statues is to unlock the key to witchcraft in us.

Faced with this life-and-death issue, I can say that I dare not be careless at all. My eyes were like a scanner, and I did not let go of every corner of the entire stone statue.

Suddenly, as I moved, I stepped on the ground under the foot of the stone statue, and the bluestone brick floor made a dull sound.

I was shocked immediately. When I heard this sound, it seemed that it was hollow under the stone brick.

Could it be that something is stored in it?

I waved to Li Yahua who was standing far away, wanting him to come and help.

"Brother Li, I can't go there anymore. I always feel that the place is very evil. I'll help you watch the wind." Li Yahua waved his hand from afar, lowered his voice and yelled softly.

After Li Yahua discovered the blood-colored handprints on it retreated, he did not go to the vicinity of the statue.

This is very normal. After all, for Li Yahua, he is not the one who is involved in witchcraft. For him, there is no need to take such a big risk to help us.

Unfortunately, the object I was looking for could only be replaced by Qian Lao, who was looking at the statue on the other side.

"Old Qian, it seems empty underground in the statue!" I shouted whisperedly, and immediately Old Qian's eyes lit up, and then he walked over quickly.

“Is it here?”

Mr. Qian slowly stared at my place and asked.

I nodded slowly, and immediately Qian Lao bowed halfway, clenched his fists with one hand, and gently tapped the ground.

"Dong!"

The dull empty sound, just like what I heard before, suddenly Mr. Qian's eyes shone even more violently.

There is a space below, and there is definitely something in this space, otherwise there would never be such a thing on it.

However, this is extremely difficult. How can I open the space below without disturbing this thing?

Immediately, Mr. Qian and I looked at each other and saw the solemn and dark colors in our eyes.

I'm afraid if this thing really moves, it's as easy to slap a person to death like slap a fly.

This is already explained by the blood on the back of this thing, even the bones were slapped into pieces together with the meat.

So you must definitely open the road to the following without disturbing this thing.

This is quite difficult. If there is any mechanism nearby, or if you have to lift the stone slabs below to lead to the bottom, then no matter which one it is, it will inevitably alarm the stone statue in front of you.

Because now this stone statue stands on this bluestone slab.

If you want to open the road to the bottom without moving the bluestone slab, you probably can only rely on the tools in your hand to dig.

However, this is not the best way. It takes a very long time to dig through the bluestone slab, and it will make a lot of noise at the same time.

I don’t know if this thing can hear the sound. Now we don’t know much about witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, and we don’t even know the principles tracked by these witchcraft.

But with my head, I can't think of any other way.
Chapter completed!