Chapter 151

Flesh-colored stone, close to the texture of white jade. At first glance, I thought it was a living person buried alive in the soil, which gave Xia Chong a fright.

The arc of the instep, the veins of the ankle, and the texture of the skin were lifelike, showing the exquisite craftsmanship of the craftsman, so exquisite that it looked like a living person was buried.

The four-faced Buddha, five or six stories high, sat in the center of the town, bathed in the soft, bright light of the moon. Rows of residential houses surrounded the Buddha statue like stars holding the moon, making its body magnificent and its appearance solemn. The Buddha's slightly drooping eyes seemed to take in all the suffering of all living beings in the world... except for the north.

The side of the four-faced Buddha facing north, which is the side facing the street under Xia Chong's feet, was not yet finished. The roughly carved Buddha face had no facial features, appearing dead and lifeless, like a dragon without eyes.

Realizing this, a self-contradictory and strange emotion inexplicably rose in Xia Chong's heart, a bit at ease, and a bit uneasy.

At ease because the four-faced Buddha didn't see here.

Uneasy because the four-faced Buddha couldn't see here.

"So strange..."

Xia Chong shook her head, drove away the strange thoughts in her heart, squatted down, and examined the stone foot exposed outside the mud. Toe, instep, slender ankle... After some comparison, she found that this foot was very petite, not to say the size of the statue itself, but juvenile.

This is a child's foot.

Who would bury a child's statue upside down on the street?

Doubting in her heart, Xia Chong noticed that the phone she was using for livestreaming, on the cracked screen, the yellow comments teasing her lower parts gradually became fewer, replaced by discussions surrounding this suddenly appearing stone foot:

'Such a small jade foot, is it a prop prepared by the program team?'

'It's boring to say it out loud, okay? Can't you read the atmosphere?'

'NND, it's not a Japanese person, read the atmosphere my ass.'

'This is the left foot, the left foot wears Buddhist beads. This is no joke. Host, hurry up and dig up the soil to see if the right foot is tied with a red rope.'

'So what if it's tied with a red rope?'

'When I was a child, my grandmother told me that after a person dies, the three souls will fly out from the crown of the head, and the seven spirits will be discharged from the seven orifices respectively.'

'Those with vicious hearts seal the seven orifices of their enemies and then bury them upside down in the soil, which can make people never be reborn.'

'But what does this have to do with the left foot wearing Buddhist beads...'

After watching a circle of bullet comments, Xia Chong felt that she should dig up the soil to see, but she didn't have a handy digging tool, and she, who had been pampered since childhood, didn't want to do this kind of rough work.

Xia Chong dialed Du Diao Hanjiang's phone without any psychological burden.

This call connected without any accident, which made her feel a bit strange. She glanced at the status bar, which still showed 'No Signal'. So why could Jiang Han's call get through, but the call to the program team just now didn't?

"Big beauty, what's the matter with you?" Du Diao Hanjiang's low voice came from the receiver.

"I encountered a situation here, come over and take a look..." Xia Chong simply told him about her encounter just now, focusing on describing that the stone foot should belong to a child, and then added: "Also, Treading Snow is lost. It seems to have been frightened by something and scratched me, and then disappeared in a flash. Bring a few more people, remember to bring a medical kit and digging tools, let's dig out that stone carving and take a look."

"Wait for me in place, I'm coming." Du Diao Hanjiang hung up the phone.

Looking at the bright red 'Call Ended' icon on the screen, Xia Chong frowned: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Not at all like the usual Jiang Han.

Jiang Han, screen name Du Diao Hanjiang, is an amateur streamer, not signed to a guild, purely based on personal hobbies and streams irregularly. His daily livestream content is mostly late-night emotional radio, chatting about life, telling stories, and occasionally singing. Because his voice is good and he is handsome, he has many female fans. Xia Chong and he were college classmates, and their relationship was neither close nor distant. They had occasional contact after graduation. She came to Zanjü Town to participate in this livestream today not because she really wanted to debut as a new streamer, but because the life of a pampered young lady was too boring, and she wanted to find freshness and excitement in her spare time, so Jiang Han pulled her over.

Late-night exploration of an uninhabited ancient town, and one where people have died, is quite exciting.

It's just that Jiang Han's reaction is a bit strange now. In Xia Chong's impression, he has always been a slow-paced person, speaking and doing things unhurriedly. His nickname in the men's dormitory in college was 'Slow Doctor', and it is said that he is also very slow in that aspect.

"The way he hung up the phone in a hurry just now is not slow doctor at all." Xia Chong felt that Jiang Han's reaction was a bit strange.

Lowering her head and glancing at the stone foot buried in the ground beside her feet, Xia Chong exited the call interface, holding two phones in both hands, while watching the bullet comments continuously refreshing in the livestream room, while calling Xiao Ke, Tang Xin, and the others.

Xia Chong successfully told the others about what she encountered. Although the status bar showed no signal, the calls to Jiang Han and the others could connect normally. Only the calls to the program team were not answered, which gave a subtle feeling.

Looking around, the town under the moonlight was quiet.

During the time waiting for others to come, Xia Chong found a stone step on the side of the street, swept away the dust, and sat down, chatting with the bullet comments in the livestream room while searching in her waist bag.

'What is the host looking for?'

"Perfume." Xia Chong said casually: "Qinzhou's summer is very hot, especially in this kind of rural place, there are many mosquitoes. I sprayed anti-mosquito perfume on the way here, but the smell is a bit faint now.

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Strange... where did the perfume go?"

'Anti-mosquito perfume? So high-end'

'Don't understand, buddies generally use Liushen directly'

'Rich people burn agarwood, poor people light mosquito coils, not very fragrant, but very choking'

"Oh, it's just..." Xia Chong, who was in front of the camera, suddenly became irritable as she searched. She simply untied her waist bag and poured everything inside out: lipstick, hairpins, hair ties, room keys, wireless headphones, satellite phones, a large pile of things scattered on the steps on the side of the street, and a delicate perfume in a glass bottle rolled down the steps.

The viewers didn't quite understand the host's intention, but Xia Chong's face didn't look good because things were missing from her bag:

Bank cards, car keys, emerald watches, sapphire earrings... All high-value items in the bag that were easy to cash out were gone, leaving only things like perfume and lipstick that were not easy to sell second-hand.

"Is there a thief?" Xia Chong was a bit confused: "But my bag has always been tied to my waist and has never left my body. Who could steal the things inside when I wasn't paying attention?"

Could it be when she was in the car? At that time, she and Xiao Ke and Tang Xin were sandwiched in the middle. If it was the two of them, it was possible to be stolen.

But Xia Chong felt that this didn't make sense either. Although the valuables she lost were all luxury goods, Xiao Ke and Tang Xin were both internet streamers with considerable volume. They had all kinds of skills to sell cuteness and flirt. Not to mention falling to the point of being a thief?

But if it wasn't them, could it be the program team?

Thinking of the phone call to the program team that couldn't get through earlier, Xia Chong felt that it was not impossible.

"Wait until the livestream is over and ask clearly." It's just a few luxury goods, not a lot of money. Compared to recovering economic losses, she cares more about the fun of killing time.

After all, life is usually too boring.

Xia Chong squatted on the ground, putting her personal items scattered on the steps back into the bag one by one, focusing on thinking about what means to use to tease the thief after finding them, completely unaware of the movement not far in front of the steps.

The stone foot that had broken her phone screen was bathed in the cold moonlight. The five toes of white jade seemed to be in pain, curling up slightly.

Between the fingers, a wisp of blood quietly seeped out, moistening the lifelike skin texture.

(End of chapter)