Sherlock stared silently at these twisted and undeniable Chinese words.

He was 99% sure that this tomb was related to those three people. After all, in the travel notes of J. Leonardo da Vinci, it seems that Gul'dan also knew a little Chinese.

As for who it is? It's hard to say, unless you go in and take a look.

"Understand your blood..."

Sherlock was thinking about this meaning, would he want me to throw some blood on it?

It is definitely impossible to splash blood...the cost is too high!

Cut your fingers and press a bloody handprint, it should be acceptable...

Then give it a try. Anyway, I've come here, so it's impossible to pretend that I don't know and just turn my head away... Sherlock was even a little curious. How did Malfoy get in that night more than ten days ago?

Sherlock is very sure that the original owner definitely doesn't understand Chinese.

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

Sherlock has a vague guess.

But Malfoy has not been arrested now, and the speculation cannot be verified.

First try my method and see if it can be passed... Sherlock pretended to be thoughtful, and occasionally had an experience, nodded, and then said to Van Tucker beside him:

"Do me a favor and cut my fingers."

As he said that, he stretched his left index finger into Van Tucker's eyes.

Van Tucker was stunned:

"Why do you need to cut your fingers?"

Others also interrupted their research and looked over curiously.

"Based on my inference, this should belong to an ancient ritual called the 'blood-searching Study' to evolve runes. I need to try it!" Sherlock explained in contemplation.

"Cut my fingers. You are an expert. How can you hurt you?" Van Tucker smiled and shook his head, pulled out a dagger from his boots, cutting it on his fingers without frowning.

Sherlock: "..."

He quickly stopped it and grabbed 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, yours cannot do it!"

Allen frowned and said thoughtfully:

"In some evil organizations that manipulate death and soul, there seems to be such a statement. The blood of the soul of the decrypted person is the passive proof of entering the secret."

Van Tucker hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"All right."

As he spoke, his sword fell, as if he had brought a gust of wind.

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

So fast... He didn't bother to praise or complain, and immediately squeezed out blood, leaned over the blank space on the wooden door, and wrote a Chinese word for dipping blood:

"Understand".

This word is written in a distorted and sloppy manner, and looks like a weird rune.

Originally, according to Sherlock's idea, you could try it by just applying some blood. But after thinking about it, it would be better to write a rune that confuses the horizon.

This will not arouse doubts, but will also prove that you do have the ability to decrypt.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the wooden door.

As Sherlock's last stroke of blood was concluded, instantly, the chaos of vines, thorns, insect corpses and other chaos on the rotten wooden door began to distort at a strange frequency.

Then there are vines, thorns, and insect corpses, which swirl rapidly in a vortex shape, and the wood grain and chips on the wooden door all rotate and gather in nothingness.

But in a moment, the entire wooden door disappeared into the whirlpool and no longer existed.

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

A large amount of thick fog and a hidden decay came to my face, even with the bitter frost, which made people tremble.

“Beautiful job!”

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

Rhines and Allen looked at each other, smiling and nodding.

"It seems that your orderly team has obtained a top talent! He is both a scholar of mysticism and a unique and extraordinary source quality! I really want to consider whether to apply for transfer to your Ninth Diocese!"

Allen said with a smile, and Rhines made a welcome gesture: "If you are willing to come, our Ninth Diocese warmly welcomes you!"

"Sherlock, congratulations! As the deacon of the church guarding me, I will definitely report it truthfully." Allen turned to Sherlock and praised with a smile.

"Thank you, Lord Allen!" Sherlock thanked with a modest thank.

"How can this black hole go down? It seems to be deep and can't see clearly..." Van Tucker stretched his head, peeked for a moment, and asked hesitantly.

Before he finished speaking, the stone tablet not far away had collapsed silently. Then a large amount of gravel and dust on the ground, like a long winding snake, plunged into the deep dark hole.

In the blink of an eye, a hanging "stone staircase" was formed.

Rhineters and Allen seemed to have been used to this magical and strange scene. They walked up to the black hole and observed for a while.

"I'll go down first, after all, I'm the 'gravekeeper'."

Alan made a self-deprecating statement and took the lead in stepping down the stone stairs.

After Rhinetes pressed, Sherlock and others followed one by one.

The dark holes in the underground are extremely cold and wet, and you can't see your fingers. Every action has an echo, which looks empty and quiet, and is creepy.

Suddenly, Alan at the bottom put something on his head. Then a slight light shone out, like a lantern with cold light.

In an instant, everything around us immediately appeared in front of everyone.

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

At the end of the stone staircase, we reach the ground, revealing a large space as vast as a palace. There are nameless stone statues made of huge stones, which are more than ten meters high, majestic and desolate, revealing a rotten and quaint ancient atmosphere.

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

The altar is not very tall, but its strange and terrifying shape and its stunning atmosphere make people terrified and dare not take a look at it.

The fog, as rich as ink, surrounds the altar of the white bones. There are a few thick white bones scattered beside them and stand upright.

On the erected bones, several people dressed like gentlemen were inserted into the top of the bones, with blood drying, and their image shrank, forming air-dried corpses.

There are several other square tombs distributed around the altar of the white bones. However, the coffins in them are either damaged or destroyed or destroyed, and there is nothing left behind, empty and desolate.

Under the leadership of Allen, everyone fell to the ground and looked at all in shock.

No one speaks, everyone falls into a terrifying and oppressive mood.

Only Sherlock's heart was beating.

He knows this altar!

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

It wouldn't be so coincidental...or, most of the altars in the world have this image? Sherlock comforted himself and looked around in confusion.

"I have never seen these stone statues before..." Allen said with a serious expression.

As an extraordinary "gravekeeper" with a source of "death and decline" and has been tested by big and small events for a long time, if even he has never seen anything under the tomb, then others will not talk about it.

"From the image of these mummies, they should have just fallen in and died recently. If I guess correctly, it may be related to Malfoy's tomb robbery last time!"

Origan stared at the dead body on the bones and said thoughtfully.

As a source-quality "explorer" of the "secret terminal", Origan's ability to judge and detect and detect disguise is worthy of recognition.

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

"What did they dig out?" Rooney asked in confusion.

Just as everyone was surprised and speculating.

Sudden!

A drop of "illusory water drop" that appeared from unknown places vaguely appeared above the white bone altar.

Immediately, there were figures struggling violently in the water droplets.

Finally, the water droplets fell into the altar of the white bones, and everything disappeared without a trace.

"I probably know what this means!"

"And, there should be an explanation for the sudden disaster in Cindyri Farm."

Rhestus stared at the altar of the bones until the drop of water appeared and fell, and he nodded with a serious face, as if he had received the answer.

Allen's face also became horrified, as if he was guessing something like Rhine.

"Captain, what does this mean?" Van Tucker and others asked curiously.

Sherlock did not move because he was in extreme shock!

Since the strange and unpredictable water droplet appeared and fell into it, the bone altar seemed to have been activated. From the depths of the ground, a cold and harsh "touch" came from the depths of the ground, directly nailing Sherlock's feet.

Then, at this moment when Sherlock was furious!

An ice thread flowed directly into his clothes bag along his skin.

At this moment, the small antique book was hidden in the inner bag.
Chapter completed!