Chapter 152 Treasure

Chapter 152 Treasure

Chapter 152 Treasure
The flesh-colored stone has a texture close to that of white marble. At first glance, it looks like a living person buried in the soil, which scared the summer insects.

The curvature of the arch of the foot, the veins of the ankle, and the texture of the skin are all lifelike, showing the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship, so exquisite that it seems as if a living person was buried.

The four-faced Buddha, as high as five or six stories, sits in the center of the town, bathed in the soft light of the bright moon. The houses of the common people surround the Buddha statue like stars surrounding the moon, making His body look majestic and His appearance solemn. The Buddha's slightly lowered eyes seem to take in all the sufferings of the world... except the north.

The side of the Four-Faced Buddha facing north, that is, the side facing the street under Xia Chong's feet, has not yet been completed. The roughly carved Buddha face has no facial features and looks lifeless, like a dragon without the eyes.

Realizing this, Xia Chong felt an inexplicable contradictory feeling in his heart, feeling somewhat relieved, yet somewhat uneasy.

I feel relieved because the Four-Faced Buddha cannot see this place.

The reason for the anxiety is that the Erawan Buddha cannot see here.

“How strange…”

Xia Chong shook her head, dispelling the strange thoughts in her mind, and squatted down to take a closer look at the stone foot exposed outside the soil, the toes, the arch, the slender ankle... After a comparison, she found that the foot was very petite, not in terms of the size of the statue itself, but in terms of its juvenile state.

This is a child's foot.

Who would bury the statue of a child upside down in the street?

Confused, Xia Chong noticed that on the broken screen of the mobile phone he was using for live streaming, the pornographic comments teasing the lower third road gradually became less and less, and were replaced by discussions surrounding the suddenly appeared stone foot:

"Such small feet, are they props prepared by the production team?"

"It's no fun to say it out loud, okay? Can you tell the atmosphere?"

'Nnd, it's not a daily life, what's the point of reading the air'

"This is the left foot. The left foot is wearing Buddhist beads. This is no joke. The anchor, please dig up the soil and see if the right foot is tied with a red string."

'So what if I tied a red string?'

"When I was a child, my grandmother told me that after a person dies, the three souls will fly out from the top of the head, and the seven spirits will be discharged from the seven orifices."

"Some people with vicious hearts seal their enemies' seven orifices, and then bury them upside down in the ground, so that they will never be reborn."

"But what does this have to do with wearing Buddhist beads on the left foot..."

……

After looking through the comments, Xia Chong thought it was time to dig up the soil, but she didn't have any suitable digging tools. Having been spoiled since childhood, she didn't want to do such rough work.

Xia Chong dialed the phone number of Diaodu Hanjiang without any psychological burden.

This time the call went through without any surprises, but it made her feel a little strange. She glanced at the status bar and it still showed 'No Signal'. So why was Jiang Han's call connected, but the call to the program crew just now didn't work?
"Beautiful lady, what do you want to talk to me about?" Du Diao Hanjiang's deep voice came from the receiver.

"I've encountered a little problem here, come and take a look..." Xia Chong simply told him what happened just now, emphasizing that the stone foot should belong to a child, and then added: "Oh, and Taxue ran away. It seemed that something scared me and scratched me. It disappeared in a flash. Bring a few more people, remember to bring a medical kit and excavation tools, and we will dig out the stone sculpture and take a look."

"Wait for me here, I'll be there soon." Diaodu Hanjiang hung up the phone.

Looking at the bright red 'call ended' icon on the screen, Xia Chong frowned: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Not like the usual Jiang Han at all.

Jiang Han, whose online name is Du Diao Han Jiang, is an amateur anchor. He has not signed a guild and broadcasts at irregular intervals purely out of personal interest. His daily broadcasts are mostly late-night emotional radio, where he talks about life, tells stories, and occasionally sings. Because of his nice voice and handsome appearance, he has many female fans. Xia Chong and he were college classmates, and they were not close. They occasionally kept in touch after graduation. She came to Zanju Town to participate in this live broadcast today, not because she really wanted to debut as a new anchor, but because the life of a rich and wealthy lady was too boring, and she wanted to find something new and exciting when she had nothing to do, so Jiang Han pulled her over.

It's quite exciting to explore an uninhabited ancient town late at night, where people have died.

It's just that Jiang Han's reaction now is a little strange. In Xia Chong's impression, he has always been a slow person, speaking and doing things slowly. When he was in college, his nickname in the men's dormitory was "Slow Doctor", and it was said that he was also slow in that aspect.

"The way he hung up the phone in a hurry just now didn't sound like a slow doctor at all." Xia Chong felt that Jiang Han's reaction was a bit strange.

Glancing down at the stone foot buried in the ground at his feet, Xia Chong exited the call interface, held two mobile phones in each hand, watched the constantly refreshing barrage in the live broadcast room, and called Xiao Ke, Tang Xin and others.

Xia Chong successfully told several other people what he had encountered. Although the status bar showed that there was no signal, calls to Jiang Han and the others were all connected normally. However, no one answered the call to the program team, which gave him a subtle feeling.

Looking around, the town was quiet under the moonlight.

While waiting for others to arrive, Xia Chong found a stone step on the street, swept away the dust and sat down. While chatting with the barrage in the live broadcast room, he rummaged through his waist bag.

'What is the master looking for?'

"Perfume." Xia Chong said casually, "The summer in Qinzhou is very hot, especially in rural areas like this, there are a lot of mosquitoes. I sprayed mosquito repellent perfume on the way here, but the smell is a bit light now.

Strange...where did the perfume go?"

'Anti-mosquito perfume? So high-end'

"I don't understand. I usually just use Liushen."

"If you have money, burn agarwood. If you don't have money, light mosquito coils. They are not very fragrant, but they are very choking."

"Oh, that's it..." Xia Chong in front of the camera was rummaging through the books and suddenly became annoyed. He simply took off his waist bag and poured out everything inside: lipstick, hairpins, hair bands, room keys, wireless headphones, satellite phone, a pile of things scattered on the steps on the street, and a bottle of exquisite perfume in a glass bottle rolled down the steps.

The audience didn't quite understand what the host meant by this, but Xia Chong's face looked unhappy because something was missing from her bag:
Bank cards, car keys, jade watches, sapphire earrings...all the high-value items in the bag that can be easily converted into cash are gone, leaving only perfume, lipstick and other items that are difficult to sell second-hand.

"There was a thief?" Xia Chong was a little confused: "But my bag has always been tied to my waist and has never left my body. Who could steal the things inside when I'm not paying attention?"

Could it be when they were in the car? At that time, Xiao Ke, Tang Xin and I were sandwiched in the middle. If it was just the two of them, it was possible that it was stolen.

But Xia Chong felt that this did not make sense. Although he had lost valuable items, Xiao Ke and Tang Xin were both well-known online anchors who were good at flirting and coquettishness, not to mention how much money they could make. How could they fall to the point of becoming thieves?
But if it’s not them, could it be someone from the program crew?

Considering that he couldn't get through to the program crew on the phone before, Xia Chong felt that it was not impossible.

"Let's wait until the live broadcast is over before asking for clarification." They were just a few luxury items, not a lot of money. She cared more about having fun to kill time than recovering the financial loss.

After all, ordinary life is too boring.

Xia Chong squatted on the ground, putting the personal belongings scattered on the steps back into his bag one by one, concentrating on thinking about what tricks he would use to play on the thief after finding him, and did not notice the unusual movement not far in front of the steps.

The stone foot that had scratched the screen of her mobile phone was bathed in the cool moonlight, and the five white jade toes curled up slightly as if in pain.

Between the fingers, a trace of blood quietly seeped out, soaking the lifelike skin texture.

(End of this chapter)