บท 87: Eighty-seven, darkness under the lamp (3)

Huang Cuihua raced ahead, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

She zipped left and right, quickly shaking off the group of Monks pursuing them and led Sangmo into the smallest hall of worship.

The place was desolate, with leaves covering the steps and snow from winter lingering in the corners.

Huang Cuihua reached beneath the Buddha statue, searching for something like a switch.

"Got it," Huang Cuihua announced, and with a forceful press...

Sangmo only heard a "clack" of gears moving when suddenly the Buddha statue pivoted around, revealing a hole in its base.

She quickly jumped into the hole with Sangmo.

Looking up, Sangmo saw the Buddha statue rotate back into place.

"How did you know I was here?"

Crawling into a tunnel with her, Huang Cuihua replied, "A sister told me."

"What sister?" Sangmo asked, puzzled.

Huang Cuihua threw a cautious glance at Sangmo, "Why should I tell you that?"