I followed the six Japanese and found that the house in the center of the circle had not been completely burned, and the two wooden doors were charred but still able to open and close.

Even the thatched bark on the roof was not completely burned.

Pushing open the wooden door and entering, I found that the room was also charred and black, but it was also not completely burned.

The furniture such as chairs and tables is still in its original state, but the surface is charred black.

But I couldn't pay attention to anything else for the time being, and I, like the Japanese, was attracted by a charred corpse in the room.

The corpse sat on a chair against the wall, charred from top to bottom, but it was barely discernible that it was a woman.

Strangely, the woman didn't look like she had been burned to death, first of all, she sat in a very peaceful position, without any struggling and twisting appearance.

Secondly her hair was still there, her skin was intact, and even the robe she wore over her, although charred and ragged, did not look like it had been burned.

It's just that her cheeks are thin and her eye sockets are sunken, like a dried corpse blackened by smoke.

Several Japanese chattered about what was going on with the female corpse and why it hadn't been burned by the flames.

I was the only one who was quickly drawn to a picture frame hanging on the wall opposite the corpse.

The frame was also blackened with smoke, and I couldn't see the inlaid picture inside.

A Japanese man approached, reached out and took off the frame, and threw it directly on the ground.

The frame shattered, and the man pushed the fragments away with his foot and bent down to pick up a photograph.

I looked at the picture by the man's hand.

But I saw that the photo was a little yellow, I don't know if it was due to age, or it was caused by the fire.

There are two women in the photo, and a little girl.

The two women were very handsome, one was wearing black clothes and trousers, and the other was wearing a floral skirt.

The little girl was born very cute, about five or six years old, and her hair was combed into many pigtails, which looked innocent and playful.

Suddenly, I thought of the little girl I had seen knocking on the door on the night of the mudslide.

That little girl is also full of pigtails, could the little girl in the photo be the little girl when she was young?

I thought to myself, the Japanese seemed to think that this picture was useless, so I threw it on the ground.

I was very interested in this photo, and while several Japanese people had turned their backs, I quietly picked up the photo, folded it and hid it in my trouser pocket-

I don't know what is going on, I don't make a sound on the ground, and I don't leave a footprint on the soft ground. Even when the Japanese approached the frame, it overlapped directly with my body, and I didn't feel any discomfort, and he didn't feel my presence at all.

However, I have picked up a women's watch before, and now I have picked it up and folded it and tucked it into my trouser pocket.

And I believe that as long as I hide this picture, no one else will be able to see it.

I felt a chill in the whole room—

In fact, I felt this cold breath from the moment I entered the room, but at first I was attracted by the charred black dry corpse, and I didn't bother to find the source of this cold breath for a while.

So I left the Japanese alone and walked in the direction from which the chilly aura was projected.

The house didn't look big from the outside, but when I walked through the room and out the back door, I found that there was a corridor outside the back door, and at the end of the corridor, there was another room that looked quite large.

And that cold breath emanated from that room.

So I walked down the hallway to the room, and was about to reach out and push open the single wooden door facing the hallway, when I heard someone screaming from behind.

I looked back and saw a Japanese man coming out the back door, speaking Japanese as he ran down the hallway to the house.

I don't understand what he called, but I guess it was "there's another house here" or something.

I had to step aside and let the Japanese squeak open the wooden door.

The Japanese peeked into the room and immediately turned his face and screamed again.

I saw that his face was full of surprise, and there must have been something strange in the house.

The other five Japanese heard him scream twice, and all of them came out the back door and walked down the hallway to the room.

Before a few Japanese people came to me, I silently leaned into the corner of the door and looked into the room, and I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The room had no windows, so it was very dim. But by the light of the door, I could still see what was going on inside.

It was a large room, and the floor of the room was strangely in the shape of a perfect circle, and the walls around it were built up along this perfect circle, forming a very regular cylinder.

But just now, I didn't see a curved wall from the outside, and I guess there was an ordinary square wall built around the periphery of this cylindrical wall.

The walls are about two meters high, and the roof is pitch black, making it feel like a large black stone pressed against it.

And on the circular floor of this cylindrical room, there is also a whole dark blue stone slab, and the stone slab is carved with many patterns, which looks like a very ancient symbol.

But at this moment, the bluestone slab had broken into three large pieces, two of which were still tightly put together, and the other one was not only full of cracks, but also a small piece was broken near the center, revealing a hole the size of the bowl.

And the cold breath leaked out of that small hole, and I could even see that from that small hole, there was a steady stream of dark cyan mist pouring out.

I heard a Japanese outside, shouting orders, followed by two Japanese men with submachine guns in their arms, who were the first to dodge into the room, and watched the room alertly.

But after just one glance, the alertness of the two Japanese turned into astonishment, and then they shouted twice at the door.

The other Japanese outside the door rushed in, and everyone was stunned by the sight before them, and for a moment no one dared to go directly to the center of the room, that is, the center of the bluestone slabs, but scattered along the cylindrical wall.

Among them, the leading Japanese took a closer look at the bluestone slab, and suddenly made a gesture to the two Japanese on his left and right, as if asking the two of them to pick the hole in the bluestone slab to see if they could pull up the cracked bluestone slab.

The two Japanese received the leader's order, immediately put away their guns, and at the same time walked towards the center of the bluestone slab.

I suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly shouted: "You can't move the bluestone slab!" ”

(See Chapter 438 of "The Horror of the Dry Corpse")