Arka looked at Aunt Marcy, who was leading the way, and the priest who was already walking towards the mouth of the boulder cave.

When this question came to his mind, he began to think about it unconsciously.

Looking through the memories in their heads, they couldn't figure out how they knew.

The vigilance of the first arrival in the other world and the lack of security made him start to think about the worst, and his pace began to slow down, lagging behind his aunt.

"Do you want to ask directly? Logically speaking, normal people should be able to think of it. ”

Arka pondered.

I haven't had time to say anything.

They had already come to the interior of the monolith.

Walking through the hole, it was unusually open.

Arka looked at his surroundings, which showed obvious signs of artificial excavation, and the size of the space inside compared to the size of the boulder outside.

Basically, the middle of the whole boulder was hollowed out, and some patterns were carved on the top of the boulder's stone wall, but it was not completely visible with torches and other things.

It's a little rough, a bit like a mythical story.

A small hole was dug into the top of the boulder, about the size of a head.

Through this opening, the outside light source fills the dimly lit stone cavern, illuminating the environment along with the surrounding torches.

With this not-so-bright light, Arka was able to take a look at his surroundings.

Around about a meter above the ground, grooves were dug out one after another, each of which was connected in a circle.

Layer after layer, they are stacked upwards until they reach a height of about three or four meters.

Alka counted about 9 floors, and in each layer of grooves was a stone of different shapes.

The only thing that is the same is the material of these stones, which seems to be exactly the same, and there are almost no impurities in appearance.

That's when Arka saw the real stone carvings.

In the middle of the space is a three-meter-high stone sculpture made of the same stone as the one used to make the whole stone.

The statue is of a faceless woman with long hair and a prostrate baby wrapped in her arms, with a ring on her head that resembles an ear of wheat.

There was also a child of a few years old next to her leg, pinching her trouser legs.

Look at the statue in front of you.

It is obviously unusually rough, and there is no fine carving of the face, but there is a trace of benevolent motherhood carved in the hands of the statue master.

It gives people a peculiar verve.

Aunt Marcy stopped about three or four meters away from the statue, and Alka, who was following behind, immediately stopped.

In this way, the priest took his mother's bones and came to the statue.

First, he lifted the bag of bones slightly.

Then the body slowly crouched down, giving people a serious and solemn feeling, and gently placed the bone bag on the ground.

The sound of bones colliding echoed in the silence.

The mouth of the bag was opened, and the bones inside were taken out one by one and stacked in front of the statue.

And Arka and the two watched like this, standing in place and waiting quietly.

Seeing that his aunt didn't say a word, Arka could only wait quietly beside him.

It wasn't until the end that he took out the skull and placed it on top of the pile.

"Don't interrupt me."

The priest's mature, slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Stand up straight, fold your hands over your shoulders, and bow your head slightly.

Sunlight pours through the hole.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, but I feel that the sun is more dazzling now.

The statue and the priest, as well as the bones of the mother, were bathed in light.

There was a sudden hint of holiness in such a scene.

At this moment, the priest's voice suddenly sounded.

"The blade passed through the back, and the blood-stained blade plunged out of the chest."

"Disbelief, betrayal, remorse."

"Silent darkness."

"The link of blood, the last instinct."

When he heard the first sentence, Arka couldn't help but frown, because what he said matched his mother's wound.

Sentence 2 is the mood at the time?

Betrayed.

Sentence 3 may be about what it feels like to die.

The fourth sentence is completely unknown.

The sound stays here, and the space is quiet again.

This is the simple information that Arka can get in a short period of time.

At this moment, the priest opened his eyes suddenly.

The head turned to stare at Alka, who was looking at him.

Arka was sure that he was right, and the sacrificial eyes had just turned from dark green to normal pupils.

"Your mother's soul dissipated last night? The last time you saw her? ”

"Her bones are stained with the curse, but her death has nothing to do with the curse."

At this time, Aunt Marcy next to her also turned her head and stared at Alka.

"Little Arka, what did you go through last night?"

Seeing this, Alka's brain raced and opened his mouth to quickly organize his language.

"I ...... I don't know if I was too excited or tired from the treasure hunt last night, when my mother's skeleton stood up and she opened her palms to me. ”

With that, Arka pulled out a silver snake from his bosom, and the head of the silver coin had a blade mark on it.

Then the coin flew out of my hand into my mother's palm, and she scattered.

I thought it was my hallucination, and that the silver coin might have been thrown away in a panic. ”

Hearing this, the priest took two steps forward and stretched out his hand: "Show me the silver coin, where did it come from?" ”

Arka took the silver coin to the priest.

He picked up the silver coin, looked at it carefully for a moment with his eyes narrowed, and even sniffed it carefully.

"There's a curse on it, but it's light." He turned his head to stare at Arka and asked, "Where did this silver snake come from?" ”

After asking again, the priest and Aunt Marcy were stunned for a moment.

The two of them seemed to have figured out why.

In unison, they asked, "The first treasure you found?" ”

Some time ago, after Arka found a silver coin, he made a lot of noise on the island.

This island is so big, and everyone has known each other for generations, as long as they are not lonely and unheard, they basically know a little.

Seeing that both of them had guessed, Arka nodded.

"Yes, it's the silver coin."

After a pause, he continued: "When I found the silver coin, there was a message engraved on the box. ”

"What?" The priest hurriedly asked.

"Let me return the silver within 7 days, or I'll be cursed."

Arka has made certain deletions, changing the phrase that it will die directly, and instead directly encounters a curse.

And continued: "On the seventh day after I found it, I had a serious illness, so I began to look for the treasure in earnest, and wanted to return the silver coin. ”

Hearing this, Aunt Marcy came up and hugged Alka's head, and couldn't help but complain, "So it turned out that I was sick because of this curse in those two days?" Why don't you tell your aunt? ”

"Am I not afraid that you will not believe it? After all, a curse or something, just like the story. ”

Hearing Alka's words, Aunt Marcy couldn't help but sigh.

The priest threw the silver coin to Alka, who caught it.

"You owe your mother a thank you for the last of her soul to dissipate the curse."

After speaking, he looked at Aunt Marcy and nodded at her.

Aunt Marcy made a gesture of praise with her hands crossed, nodded, and left the cave.

Before leaving, he said to Alka: "Come to my house for dinner in the evening, Siggert said that you will follow a merchant ship. ”

It wasn't until Aunt Marcy had left that the priest stared at Arka.

"Come here, little Arka, and pray for peace for your mother."

Hearing this, Arka walked over.

Looking at the bones piled under the statue, he crossed his hands and lowered his head slightly.

The voice of the priest rang in my ears.

"Calm your heart, praise the Stone Mother in your heart, and pray for Him to grant peace to your loved ones after death.

The mother of stone is blessed with her heart, and she is as strong as a stubborn stone. ”

The priest's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and it calmed Arka's heart inexplicably very smoothly.

Follow the guidance of his voice.

Pray to the Stone Mother in your heart.

Silent recitation in my heart:

"The Mother of Stone is blessed with a heart, and it is as strong as a stubborn stone."

Suddenly, there was no sound in my ears, as if I was immersed in a silent world.

"Click."

A stone, the sound of shattering suddenly sounded.

Arka snapped open his eyes.

I don't know where I am.