Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 418 Woman Statue, Living Corpse Temple

Lao Yan glanced at me and said yes, for the researchers, this is not a sophisticated instrument, so there is no need to bury it specially, so this thing should be buried by fishermen.

The more I think about it, the more numb my scalp becomes, and Lao Yan has already pulled out the radio to contact Yazai, asking him to dig around the fisherman's house on the basis of the original mission, to see if there are any other discoveries.

Lao Yan stuffed the metal instrument into his bag, and said in a low voice: "This gold test is for people with ghosts in their hearts. I specifically inquired about it. Beihai is very convinced of the saying that gold wards off evil spirits! If they see this , there will definitely be abnormalities, and this abnormality cannot escape Yazai's eyes."

I asked him suspiciously what's the use of detecting this anomaly, he just frowned and said it was just to find a breakthrough.

Then he took out the five emperors' money and put it on his wrist. As for the corpse oil, he only let me hold it and didn't tell me how to use it.

Afterwards, the two of us found a place to sit and wait for news from Kumbu.

I was bored looking at the distant sea, the fishing boats had already started to dock, and the sound of gongs and drums and the radio sounded at the same time.

Kumbu's voice is incredible: the harvest is abundant, and every fishing boat is full.

In the end, he added: The amount of the harvest is amazing, it's unbelievable!

Lao Yan only replied that I got it, and told Kumbu to keep watching, paying attention to the state of the fisherman and the fish.

"You suspect these fishermen are eccentric?" I asked.

Lao Yan snorted and said, "Naturally, which fishing village have you seen hold the Dragon King Festival every month?"

I was dumbfounded, thinking that he would say some irrefutable reason, but I didn't expect it to be this aspect.

"Dragon King Festival, we pray for good weather. Although the time varies from place to place, most of them are held once a year, because it is also a waste of money. It is held every month. Isn't this fishing village weird?" Lao Yan held a cigarette in his mouth. Say hello to me.

I asked him where he was going, and he frowned and said to see what's weird about this village.

I followed him all the way to a relatively remote house in the village. Lao Yan pointed inside and asked me if I knew what this place was?
I took a closer look, and then frowned.The house looks dilapidated, but if you look closely, the inside seems to be very solid, and through the cracks in the door, it can be seen that the inside is also very clean, which is completely different from the outside.

"Dragon King Temple?" I guessed.

Lao Yan nodded and said that he had noticed this room before. At first he thought it was an ancestral hall, but later he realized something was wrong. If the ancestral hall seemed to be bigger according to the size of this fishing village, the layout was wrong. It was only after seeing the Dragon King Festival today. Think of another possibility.

"Are we going in?" I pushed the door, but it didn't seem to be locked, so I turned to ask Lao Yan.

Lao Yan pointed at me mysteriously: "You are the one who wants to go in!"

I asked him what he was going to do and he said he was going to meet someone.

"Chang'an, don't be surprised by what you see in the Dragon King Temple, tell me later." Lao Yan carefully instructed, as if he had already guessed what was inside.

I was chilled by his eyes, but I still nodded calmly, then creaked, pushed the door open a crack, and got in.

The sky was getting dark, and as soon as the door was closed, my sight was blocked. I stood there and waited for a while before I could see the road clearly, and then I walked forward.

There is a courtyard on the outside of this house, and it looks the same, but the door inside is locked, with a dragon totem engraved on it, because it is similar to the color of the door, it can't be seen from the outside.

The dragon stretched its teeth and claws, as if it was about to fly down from the door, and the most eye-catching eyes seemed to come alive, which made me a little scared.

I made up my mind, took out a wire from my bag, and started tinkering with the keyhole.

This kind of lock seems to work, but in fact, someone with a little experience can open it with three or two strokes, so I pushed the door open without any trouble.

After entering, I locked the lock again with my backhand.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a statue first, with the words 'Dragon King Temple' engraved on the plaque above it, but I don't think this statue looks like a Dragon King.

The statue is a woman with a longbow in her hand. Although she is dressed in a heroic manner, her face is indeed that of a woman.

The woman's expression was indifferent, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were staring into the distance, as if there was some problem.

The statue is very clean, and it looks like it is often wiped down.

But why isn't the Dragon King paying tribute to the Dragon King Temple?
I suppressed the doubts in my heart, took a closer look at the Dragon King Temple, and came to a conclusion: the reason why the Dragon King Temple is locked and guarded should be a group of strangers like us.

Because looking at the situation, people should often come to worship in the Dragon King Temple.

I took out a small camera, took a picture of the front of the Dragon King Temple, and then walked around to the back hall, almost dropping the camera in shock.

The back hall is only about ten square meters, gloomy, and divided into many grids with wooden boards, with about twenty or thirty grids.Half of the grids are already filled with people... no, to be precise, they are corpses!
These corpses should have been preserved in a special way. Standing in the grid, they look like living people at first glance—if their abnormally white skin color is ignored.

I only think that half of the three souls and seven souls have been scared away, there are thirteen corpses here!

And judging by the attire of these people, they do not belong to Harvest Village.

"vomit!"

I leaned on the wall and was about to spit it out. I have seen a lot of corpses, but there are still few such fresh ones. Looking at the past, the longest of these corpses was only five or six years old.

I endured the nausea in my heart, took a quick pat, and was about to go out to find Lao Yan to settle the score. He must have guessed something, but he didn't say anything, deliberately disgusting me.

Da da……

As soon as I was about to move, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside, and I twisted my heart. Fortunately, I just restored the lock to its original state, otherwise the clues would have been leaked by now.

But the place here is so big, when this person turns in, he can see the head at a glance!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then stopped for a while, probably in front of the sculpture.I swiped, and immediately hid in a grid in the dark, then held my breath and didn't move.

After about a minute, the sound of footsteps sounded again, and I immediately stood shyly in the grid, keeping my breathing to a minimum.

The sound of footsteps came in, and I clung to Grid in fright.

What made me heave a sigh of relief was that the man didn't take the lamp, and only took two steps in the darkness, his heavy breathing rising and falling in the darkness.

This person didn't know what he did, and he walked out after about five or six minutes. I heard the sound of the door being locked, and my heart skipped a beat.

That's not right... I locked the lock, but I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, but I was alerted when I heard footsteps!
In other words, this person didn't come in from the outside, he was already inside!

I quickly touched the dagger in my hand, and slowly lowered my body, cold sweat dripping down drop by drop.

(End of this chapter)