Chapter 1134 Seeing the statue again
She wiped the dagger clean and put it back, then stood up and said, "All the moisture in his body has been squeezed out. It probably happened a few minutes ago."
Fang Ye touched his chin and said, "I just heard a woman calling for help, but how..."
As he was talking, Shirley's scream came from the side: "Fang Ye, Sylvia, come and have a look!"
The two ran to the other side of the tree and saw Shirley looking up and down at a lifelike statue. Fang Ye was suddenly surprised. Why did this statue look similar to the one he found when he landed?
Sylvia asked curiously: "Shirley, where did this statue come from? Why didn't we see it just now?"
"I don't know. I turned around and saw it by accident. I was shocked." Shirley said with a lingering fear, "I didn't hear any sound. I really don't understand where it came from."
"Could it have fallen from the tree?" Sylvia looked up, but found no clues.
Fang Ye didn't say anything, but carefully examined the statue. He soon found something unusual, that is, this statue was much more plump than before, and the color was darker.
But the change in appearance can't explain anything. Maybe this is just another statue.
"This woman is so lifelike, she looks like a living person from a close distance." Shirley gently stroked the face of the statue, "Hey, why is this stone warm to the touch?"
Sylvia subconsciously took a step back, "Is it alive?"
"Whether it is alive or not, you will know after splitting it open." Fang Ye was too lazy to guess the mystery anymore, and directly took out the double-edged axe from his personal space, "You guys step back a little, so as not to be accidentally injured."
Shirley hesitated, "Such a perfect work of art, it's not good for us to destroy it violently, right?"
"Come on, this is not the National Museum, no art is useful!" Fang Ye didn't waste any words, and directly chopped the statue with an axe.
With a crisp sound, the statue was smashed by the axe blade, and it broke into several large pieces and fell to the ground.
The three looked down and saw that the crack was no different from that of an ordinary stone, except that the pattern was a little strange.
Sylvia was quite surprised: "It turns out to be a stone statue."
"If it is a stone statue, it would not appear and disappear mysteriously. There must be something wrong inside." Fang Ye swung the double-edged axe and chopped it several times, directly dismembering the statue. However, what surprised him was that all the fragments proved that it was indeed a statue carved from a whole piece of stone.
Sylvia joked: "Why not just grind it into powder and see what happens."
Fang Ye could only touch his head awkwardly: "Hahaha, that's not necessary..."
The three no longer paid attention to the two corpses on the tree, and after finding the right direction, they continued to move towards the white tower.
When they completely disappeared in the woods, the fragments of the statue scattered on the ground suddenly melted like ice, and then quickly gathered into a large pool of wriggling black water...
She wiped the dagger clean and put it back, then stood up and said: "All the water in his body has been squeezed out. It probably happened just a few minutes ago."
Fang Ye touched his chin: "I just heard a woman crying for help, but how..."
As he was speaking, Shirley's scream came from the side: "Fang Ye, Sylvia, come over and take a look!"
The two ran to the other side of the tree and saw Shirley looking up and down at a lifelike statue. Fang Ye was suddenly surprised. Why did this statue look almost the same as the one he found when he landed?
Sylvia asked curiously: "Shirley, where did this statue come from? Why didn't we see it just now?"
"I don't know. I turned around and saw it by accident. I was shocked." Shirley said with a lingering fear, "I didn't hear any sound. I really don't understand where it came from."
"Could it have fallen from the tree?" Sylvia looked up, but found no clues.
Fang Ye didn't say anything, but carefully examined the statue. He soon found something unusual, that is, this statue was much more plump than before, and the color was darker.
But the change in appearance can't explain anything. Maybe this is just another statue.
"This woman is so lifelike, she looks like a living person from a close distance." Shirley gently stroked the face of the statue, "Hey, why is this stone warm to the touch?"
Sylvia subconsciously took a step back, "Is it alive?"
"Whether it is alive or not, you will know after splitting it open." Fang Ye was too lazy to guess the mystery anymore, and directly took out the double-edged axe from his personal space, "You guys step back a little, so as not to be accidentally injured."
Shirley hesitated, "Such a perfect work of art, it's not good for us to destroy it violently, right?"
"Come on, this is not the National Museum, no art is useful!" Fang Ye didn't waste any words, and directly chopped the statue with an axe.
With a crisp sound, the statue was smashed by the axe blade, and it broke into several large pieces and fell to the ground.
The three looked down and saw that the crack was no different from that of an ordinary stone, except that the pattern was a little strange.
Sylvia was quite surprised: "It turns out to be a stone statue."
"If it is a stone statue, it would not appear and disappear mysteriously. There must be something wrong inside." Fang Ye swung the double-edged axe and chopped it several times, directly dismembering the statue. However, what surprised him was that all the fragments proved that it was indeed a statue carved from a whole piece of stone.
Sylvia joked: "Why not just grind it into powder and see what happens."
Fang Ye could only touch his head awkwardly: "Hahaha, that's not necessary..."
The three no longer paid attention to the two corpses on the tree, and after finding the right direction, they continued to move towards the white tower.
When they completely disappeared into the woods, the fragments of the statues scattered on the ground suddenly melted like ice cubes, and then quickly gathered into a pool of black water that kept wriggling...