Everyone listened to Song Siyuan's explanation, and believed her guess a little more, but the legend was just a legend after all, and the statue of the god that appeared in front of them still couldn't be explained.

"If you follow the meaning of the mural, the gods here should be their Witch Emperor, but who is this Witch Emperor?"

Xu Xiake was full of doubts about this, Yue Qingshan frowned and slowly spit out a sentence: "It won't be the god of Chiyou, it is rumored that Chiyou built the Jiuli tribe and fought for the Jianghan Central Plains with the two emperors of Yan and Huang, and finally was beheaded in Zhulu, and the Jiuli tribe was scattered and expelled to the coastal land." ”

Song Siyuan is well versed in folk chronicles, and she has heard more or less of the myth of Chiyou, she looked at everyone and nodded: "According to the meaning of these ancestors, the Wu Emperor refers to Chiyou, the tribe in the river and the Chiguo, probably referring to the Yandi and Huangdi tribes in the river plain, but in the eyes of these Wu ancestors, they have always used their own historical view to record historical events, and the names of these countries are completely different, in fact, it is the myth of Chiyou fighting the Yanhuang tribe!" ”

"You're right to say that, I remember that the Gu people in the old land of Sichuan and Hunan also said that they are the descendants of the Chiyou God, and they were defeated in the war with the Yanhuang tribe before they were relegated to the southwest, and the eighty-one villages of the Gu people actually inherited the eighty general creation weapons of the Chiyou God."

As soon as the peacock's voice fell, everyone already had a guess in their hearts, once the identity of the god Chiyou was finalized, the true body of the god statue would be inseparable, most of them were statues made by ancient witches in the image of Chiyou, which were used as a high-media temple to inherit the culture of the witch god civilization!

"Old lady, there are more than a dozen corpses upstairs!"

Yue Guanchao looked at the corridor on the second floor, the windows were all closed, and the soldiers and bandits had just stepped on it in advance, looking at the meaning of the words, they had discovered a new situation.

They said goodbye to the mural for a while, followed the sound to push open the wooden door of the side hall, and waited up the stairs to the cloister floor, where the bones of the corpses seeped into the eyebrows and the throats were sick.

As far as the eye can see, the cloister appears to be a mass grave, filled with corpses that have been corroded to the point of skeleton, and the bones are either slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall, leaning against stone pillars, or lying on their stomachs with their backs facing the sky...... In short, there are all kinds of deaths.

Most of them have been corroded to the point that they are mottled with white bones, and even if they are lucky enough to be wrapped in flesh, they are like strips of dried meat clinging to the bones, and their eyes are black and full of dried meat plaster, and their clothes are covered with cobwebs and insect corpses, as if they were covered with a layer of mosquito nets.

Yue Guanchao picked up the dagger, tore through the dense cobwebs, and carefully observed the clothes.

The wounds on these clothes are mostly concentrated in the chest, back, neck, skull, and joints, where you can ask for half a life, you can hurt wherever you want, and the holes in the clothes are not regular sword cuts, but more like the bloody holes left by the bite and stab of wild beasts.

Obviously, he was probably pierced through the body by the sharp weapon on the beast's body, and he bled to death.

"Who the hell are these people? Why did you die here? ”

Song Siyuan took a closer look at the clothes with a flashlight, the clothes of these corpses looked messy, and they still had specific shapes, there were only two kinds, one was wearing black, and the other was wearing civilian clothes!

Let's talk about the bones in black first.

These bones wore black coats with buckles on their upper bodies, black pleated trousers on their lower bodies, and cloth belts around their waists to tighten their upper and lower garments, and at the same time tied eight copper coins tied to red ropes and hung on their waists, and the same was true of the black cloth toe tips, and they wore a copper coin tied with a red rope.

Let's talk about plainclothes bones!

The corpses of this kind of plainclothes were dressed a lot, gray undershirts, bloomers, a sheep's belly scarf on their heads, a human oil torch in their hands, and old cloth shoes under their feet, and the oil on the ground was scattered all over the ground and had long since evaporated.

"Look at the shape of the clothes, it is already close to the Republic of China, only more than 30 years from today, I remember Uncle Tang said, a few decades ago, there was a group of tomb robbers and villagers entered the Soul Palace together, they never came out again, Uncle Tang said that he was eaten by the soul mist, now it seems, it seems that he was attacked by some beast, although he was lucky to hide here, but also because of too much blood loss, he died."

Song Siyuan also thought that these people were the ancestors of the Chao family, and seeing that the shape of the clothes did not match, they were probably overjoyed.

"When we came in, the paper talisman at the door was not moved, which means that they didn't walk in from the main entrance, only the horn corridors on both sides can be crossed here, and it is estimated that they hid in from there to take refuge!"

After Song Siyuan finished speaking, she looked down at the ground, the blood stains had already dried, turning into mottled black spots and spreading to the outside of the side hall door, Yue Guanchao followed her past the many corpses to open the verandah door, and when she walked out of the hall gate, it was the horn corridor.

They looked down and saw that the cast-iron stone railing was tied with a hemp rope for climbing, this kind of rope was made very strong for lifting heavy objects, and after decades, it was only slightly loose, and it was still considered strong, and looking at the blood stains on the fence and corridor, their path was probably from the verandah to the second floor of the temple.