Fang Ling saw that she had an idea, so he didn't say much, after all, if he wanted to deal with Mo Weiyong, he really didn't start with this unfounded person, but just reminded: "Then without further ado, we have to act quickly!"

Mo Xiang nodded, cleaned up his mood, and took the two of them through the side corridor, and came to the backyard, which has been idle and unused, but is only cleaned by someone every month, so it also looks very clean.

In the open space in the corner of the backyard, there is a stone statue, which is said to have been carved by the ancestors three hundred years ago, and it is said that it fits the foundation under the house, so it has never been moved, and on the side of the base of the stone statue, there is indeed a plum-shaped depression, which looks inconspicuous, and it is really impossible to distinguish if you don't look closely.

Mo Xiang walked over with the key, squatted down and inserted the key into it, the size was just right, and then twisted it hard, and then heard a sound around it.

Xiaoqing's ears were pointed, and he hurriedly said, "At the back of the house!"

When the three of them came to the house, they immediately discovered the source of the sound, which turned out to be a well behind the house, which had long since dried up because it was not used for many years, and it was not deep, only six or seven feet high.

At this time, the sound was made by a stone brick on the wall of the well, and the stone brick was slowly retracting, and then forming an entrance of three or four feet.

"I'll go down and have a look. As soon as Fang Ling took the well, he jumped down easily, looked inside, and then raised his head and said, "It looks like a passage, it's a little deep." ”

Mo Xiang asked Xiaoqing to fetch the torch, and then jumped down with the torch, while Xiaoqing guarded outside.

The passage was apparently dug on the spot, and the stones on all sides were very flat, and it could accommodate two people walking side by side, but it was very long, and I didn't know where it led.

Fang Ling lit the torches on the cave walls along the way as he walked, and the firelight moving with the wind stretched the shadows of the two of them long, adding a strange feeling to the underground passage that no one had cared about for three hundred years.

Although Mo Xiang is very knowledgeable, she is a girl who does not know martial arts after all, and she can't help but feel an inexplicable fear when she walks in such a deep dark passage, she follows closely behind Fang Ling, not daring to look behind her at all.

The dull breath gradually became more energetic with the circulation of the air, and the two of them were getting farther and farther away from the ground, and the tunnel was obviously going deep into the ground, and after walking for about a pillar of incense, the road in front of them suddenly widened, and a boxy stone hall was formed abruptly.

Fang Ling lit the torches in the cave hall while looking left and right, and there were no obvious other passages, as if this was the end of the road.

He and Mo Xiang glanced at each other, both of them were in the same mind, and there was definitely a hidden path to the depths here.

Fang Ling squinted his eyes and looked around carefully, the entire stone hall was very flat from the floor, the stone wall and the top of this wall, smooth as a mirror.

He walked slowly along the wall of the hall, wandering his gaze around, not missing any place, and it was not long before he found a faint palm print on the wall, which was very shallow, especially difficult to make out in the dim light and shadow.

And there is obviously a boxy trace around this mark, as if it is a switch, Fang Ling saw Mo Xiang called to his side, in case there was an accident, it was easy to protect, and then reached out and pressed it on the palm print, pressing it hard.