Sherlock stared silently at these crooked Chinese characters.

He was 99% sure that this tomb was related to those three people. After all, J. Leonardo da Vinci mentions that in addition to the mad king Solomon, it seems that Gul'dan also knows a little Chinese.

As for who, exactly? That's hard to say, unless you go in and see.

"Understand the code and dedicate blood ......"

Sherlock pondered what it meant, did he want me to spill some blood?

Splashing blood is certainly impossible...... The price is too high!

Cutting your fingers and pressing a bloody handprint should barely be acceptable......

Then give it a try, it's all here anyway, it's impossible to pretend not to know and turn around and leave...... Sherlock was even a little curious, how did Malfoy get in that night more than ten days ago?

Sherlock was very, very sure that the original owner definitely didn't understand Chinese.

So under this premise, how did Malfoy's archaeological team enter the tomb through this door?

Sherlock had a vague guess.

But now that Malfoy has not been apprehended, the speculation cannot be verified.

Try my method first and see if you can get through...... Sherlock pretended to be thoughtful, nodded with an occasional thought, and then said to Van Tucker beside him:

"Do me a favor and cut my fingers."

As he spoke, he extended his left index finger to Van Tucker's eyes.

Van Tucker was stunned:

"Why cut your fingers?"

Others also interrupted their research and looked at them curiously.

"According to my inference, this should belong to an ancient ritual called 'Blood Word Research' as an alternative way of deriving runes. I need to give it a try! Sherlock muttered as he explained.

"Cut my fingers, you're an expert, how can you get hurt." Van Tucker shook his head with a smile, pulled a dagger from his boot, and slashed his finger without frowning.

Sherlock: "......"

He hurried to stop it, grabbing Van Tucker's hand with the dagger:

"The blood of the soul of the person who must be decrypted can only be cut off from me, not yours!"

Alan frowned and said thoughtfully:

"There seems to be such a saying in some evil organizations that manipulate death and souls. The blood of the soul of the person who deciphers it is the pass to enter the secret. ”

Van Tucker hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Okay."

As he spoke, he raised his knife and fell, as if he were carrying a gust of wind.

Sherlock only felt a chill on the tip of his index finger, and then a slight pain came from him.

So fast...... He didn't care about praise or complaining, immediately squeezed out the blood, leaned over the blank space on the wooden door, and wrote a Chinese word with blood:

"Understood".

The writing was twisted and scribbled, making it look like a strange rune.

Originally, according to Sherlock's idea, he could give it a try by smearing a little blood. But after thinking about it, it's better to write a rune that confuses the line of sight.

This does not arouse suspicion, but also proves that he is indeed capable of decryption.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the wooden door.

As Sherlock's bloodstained final strokes were finished, in an instant, the vines, thorns, insect corpses, and other chaotic objects on the rotten wooden door began to twist and fall at a strange frequency.

Then there were vines, thorns, and insect corpses, which swirled in a rapid whirlpool, and even the wood grains and sawdust on the wooden door, all swirling and converging into nothingness.

In a moment, the entire wooden door disappeared into the vortex on its own, and ceased to exist.

A deep black hole is revealed in the place where the wooden door has disappeared.

A large amount of dense fog and a faint smell of decay rushed to the face, even with a bitter frost, which made people shiver.

"Well done!"

Van Tucker, Rooney, and Origan, the three of them praised in unison.

Reintes and Alan glanced at each other, both smiling and nodding.

"It looks like you've got another top-notch talent from your Order-keeping squad! He is not only a professional scholar of occultism, but also a unique essentia! I'm really going to think about whether or not to apply for a transfer to your Ninth Parish! ”

Alan said with a smile, and Reintes made a welcome gesture: "If you are willing to come, our ninth parish is warmly welcome!" ”

"Sherlock, congratulations! The merit of cracking this tomb gate, as the deacon of the church stationed there, will definitely report it truthfully. Alan turned to Sherlock and smiled in praise.

"Thank you, Lord Allen!" Sherlock greeted with a humble thanks.

"How is this black hole going down? It seems to be deep and invisible......" Van Tucker asked, stretching his head for a moment, and spied for a moment, a little hesitantly.

Before the words fell, the stone tablet not far away had collapsed silently. Then a large amount of rubble and dust on the ground, like a long snake winding, plunged into the deep black hole.

In the blink of an eye, a hanging "stone staircase" has taken shape.

Reintes and Allen, as if accustomed to this kind of magical and strange scene, approached the black hole and observed it for a long time.

"I'll go first, after all, I'm the 'grave keeper'."

Alan laughed at himself and took the lead in stepping on the stone stairs and going down.

After Reintes pressed, Sherlock and the others followed in turn.

The black hole in the underground was unusually cold and damp, and I couldn't see my fingers. Every action has an echo, which seems empty and secluded, and it is creepy.

Suddenly, Allen, at the bottom, put something on top of his head. Then there was a faint light that shone out, like a lantern with a cold glow.

In an instant, everything around is immediately visible to everyone.

They passed through a downward tunnel through a hanging stone staircase, surrounded by strange rocks, as if they had been dug by hand.

At the end of the stone staircase, you reach the ground, revealing a large space that looks like a palace. There are nameless stone statues carved from huge stones everywhere, up to more than ten meters, towering and desolate, revealing the ancient atmosphere of decay and simplicity.

Surrounded by towering and magnificent stone sculptures, there is an altar of thousands of white bones, which is in the center of the entire space.

The altar is not very tall, but its strange and terrifying shape, as well as the shocking atmosphere revealed, make people tremble and dare not look at it at all.

A mist as thick as ink swelled around the Bone Altar. There were a few stout white bones, scattered aside, erect.

And on the erected white bones, several people dressed like gentlemen were inserted into the top of the white bones, the blood dried up, and the image shrank, forming air-dried corpses.

There are also several square tombs, scattered around the altar of white bones. But the coffins were either destroyed or broken, and there was nothing left, empty and desolate.

Under Alan's leadership, everyone fell to the ground and watched in amazement.

No one spoke, and everyone was in a horrified but oppressive mood.

Only Sherlock's heart, thumping.

He knows this altar!

It is exactly the same as the white bone altar that appears in the antique book, which is equivalent to an enlarged version appearing in front of you!

It can't be such a coincidence, right...... Or is it that most of the altars in the world are in this image? Sherlock comforted himself, looking around suspiciously.

"I've never seen these stone statues before......" Alan said with a solemn face.

As an extraordinary "grave keeper" who has been tested by events of all sizes, if he has never seen anything at the bottom of the tomb, then no one else will talk about it.

"Judging from the image of these dried corpses, they should have fallen in and died recently. If I'm right, it might have something to do with Malfoy's tomb robbery last time! ”

Origan stared at the dead corpse stuck in the white bones and said thoughtfully.

As an "explorer" of the essentia of the "arcane terminal", Origan's ability to judge and see through camouflage is still worthy of recognition.

"So these damaged coffins are Malfoy's doing?" Van Tucker said, touching his beard.

"What did they dig up?" Rooney asked with the same confusion.

Just when everyone was suspicious and speculating.

Suddenly!

An "illusory drop" that appeared out of nowhere loomed above the Bone Altar.

Immediately, a figure struggled violently among the water droplets.

Eventually, the water droplets fell into the bone altar and everything disappeared without a trace.

"I should know what that means!"

"Moreover, there should be a definite explanation for the sudden disaster at the Cindiri Farm."

Reintes stared at the Bone Altar until the water droplet appeared and fell, and then he nodded solemnly, as if he had an answer.

Allen's face also became shocked, as if he had guessed something like Rheintes.

"Captain, what does this mean?" Van Tucker and the others were all curious to ask.

Sherlock didn't make any moves, because he was in utter shock!

Ever since the eerie droplet appeared and fell, the Bone Altar seemed to be activated. From the depths of the earth, a cold and piercing "touch" came out, directly nailing Sherlock's feet.

And then, at this very moment that made Sherlock furious!

A line of ice ran down his skin and into the pocket of his clothes.

At this moment, in the inner pocket, there is the antique book.

"The Blightburner. Guldan's Psychic Rituals"......