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"Not good!" the Mud Man exclaimed urgently.
"What’s wrong?" Fat Ma asked. The Mud Man continued, "I smell a strong stench."
I furrowed my brow and said, "We shouldn't stay here long; we should retreat first."
We hurried into the Passageway, but to my surprise, the path we had been following for Fat Ma seemed to have vanished.
Now, as we entered this Passageway, we walked for a while and encountered a staircase that hadn’t been there before.
But I didn’t have time to think too much about it; the three of us quickly descended the stairs. Fat Ma said, "Next time we go underground, we definitely need to bring some solid weapons."
I replied to Fat Ma, "Let’s focus on getting out alive first; we can talk about next time later. This time, the term 'body swap' might become a reality."
Perhaps it was the effect of the Bronze Fish Mouth in Fat Ma's hands that validated my bad feeling.
After descending the stairs, we entered a burial chamber filled with many boxes, some of which had already been opened.
When Fat Ma saw these opened boxes, his eyes lit up instantly. It wasn’t just Fat Ma; even the Mud Man was moved.
"Damn, this is going to be a windfall," Fat Ma said as he swallowed hard. Inside the boxes were packed with Bronze artifacts and various vessels.
Fat Ma quickly stepped forward and reached in, pulling out a bowl until his arms were full.
Suddenly, I noticed many bones in front of these boxes. I crouched down to take a closer look while the Mud Man leaned in to struggle with Fat Ma over the Bronze artifacts.
They were professional Tomb Raiders, and of course, they wouldn't let anyone like us get in their way when it came to treasure.
At that moment, we had already forgotten that there might be many more Zongzi, or Corpse Evils, chasing after us from behind.
Seeing these two fighting over the treasure made me want to laugh; there were so many unopened boxes nearby, yet they insisted on fighting over just a few.
So I stepped forward and opened one of the boxes. To my surprise, it was empty. I opened another one, and it was still empty. It seemed that whatever was inside had already been taken away.
Just as I was about to lose interest, a small, inconspicuous box caught my attention. I approached it and realized it didn’t look like a box at all but rather a long case.
This long case was locked with a small padlock. I gently pulled on it, and it broke open easily; it seemed quite old.
However, the moment I opened the case, a cold gleam flashed before my eyes, blinding me for a moment.
Inside was actually a sword, forged from bronze. I carefully grasped the hilt and pulled it out of the case. As I swung it casually a few times, the air seemed to pause as if cut by its edge.
Fat Ma and the Mud Man were clearly drawn in by the resonant sound, both staring at me.
But what I saw in their eyes was a strange mix of astonishment and fear.
I smiled and asked them what was wrong.
They both took a step back simultaneously. Suddenly, Fat Ma shouted, "Old Sun, you need to throw that sword away!" Confused, I asked, "What’s wrong?"
Fat Ma insisted urgently, "If I tell you to throw it away, then throw it!" I noticed the Mud Man shaking his head at me as well.
Although I didn't understand why they wanted me to throw away the sword, seeing their uneasy expressions made me hesitate for a moment before finally tossing the sword from my hand.
As the sword hit the ground, it emitted a few faint vibrations.
The two of them seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
After I discarded the Bronze Sword, I felt a strange power fading away, and my head began to spin.
Fat Ma hurriedly stepped forward to support me.
I sensed something was off. "What just happened to me?" I asked.
The Mud Man replied, "You were possessed just now."
Fat Ma added, "Old Sun, did you know your eyes were blood red? And strangely enough, a helmet was slowly growing on your face, emerging from your flesh."
Hearing Fat Ma's eerie description, I said, "I didn't feel anything at all."
The Mud Man remarked, "Those involved are often the most easily confused. I thought about it and decided not to say anything further."
I glanced at the Bronze artifact I had thrown on the ground and couldn't help but feel a wave of fear wash over me; I had almost been controlled by it.
Just as I was about to relax, Zongzi appeared. It was truly one wave after another, and not just one—there were six in total.
I couldn't help but gasp in shock. The faces of the Mud Man and Fat Ma were also grim; it was too late to retreat now.
We three against six, it's a dead end for us.
A chill ran down my spine, while Fat Ma was sweating profusely, his face pale as a clay figure.
These Zongzi were surprisingly fast, and Fat Ma couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.
At this point, we stopped talking and took out our daggers, ready to fight.
Then the clay figure said, "Let's wait for a chance to run."
Fat Ma replied, "I don't need you to tell me that," and the clay figure didn't bother to respond.
The Zongzi were getting closer, and the smell was unbearable.
"If we're going to strike, we need to take the initiative," Fat Ma said before charging forward and kicking one of the Zongzi to the ground.
The clay figure and I quickly followed suit.
The Zongzi I faced was relatively weaker, but I still wasn't its match. I mimicked Fat Ma's move and kicked forward, but my strike lacked his power. The Zongzi only staggered back a few steps before quickly attacking me again.
I hurriedly stepped back a few paces.
I glanced at Fat Ma; I didn't know when he had already tucked the flashlight into his waistband. Meanwhile, I still held mine in one hand.
In this situation, if we lost our light source, we would be doomed.
These Zongzi definitely don't need to be consumed to attack.
Fat Ma was dealing with three Zongzi, while I had two against the mud man, and he was only facing one.
I cursed under my breath, charging forward with the intent to stab with my dagger. However, one of the Zongzi kicked me squarely in the abdomen.
I was knocked to the ground, rolling several times before spitting out a mouthful of blood, feeling a bit dizzy.
Fat Ma was shouting and weaving through the chaos, clearly struggling as well. With a loud crash, Fat Ma was also knocked down.
The Zongzi advanced toward me, and I got back on my feet, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth.
Suddenly, a phrase came to mind: "When narrow paths meet, the brave will surely win; even if blood spills seven steps, one must dare to draw their sword."
Taking a deep breath, I charged once more at a Zongzi. This time, my dagger plunged directly into its body, but it showed no reaction. Instead, it tackled me to the ground and grabbed my throat. I nearly suffocated as beads of sweat began to form on my forehead.
Desperately clawing for anything that could save me, I saw another Zongzi closing in. If this continued, I would undoubtedly die.
Finally, I felt something in my grasp and without thinking twice, I stabbed downwards. The Zongzi let out a chilling scream that sent shivers down my spine. Seizing the opportunity, I kicked it away.
As I got back up, I placed my hand on my throat, gasping for air. Looking at what I had grabbed—it was the Bronze Sword from earlier.
Recalling what Fat Ma and the mud man had said to me, I hurriedly tossed the sword aside. But when I saw both the mud man and Fat Ma struggling desperately, I sighed. There was no time to hesitate; I picked up the Bronze Sword once again.
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