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The person lay face down in the water, beginning to sink.
Shovel sensed something was wrong and quickly swam over, flipping him onto his back. In the next moment, a mass of black objects began to disperse, creating a scene that could only be described as spectacular. Shovel hurriedly retreated.
Seeing the situation, we all scattered. I immediately recognized it as the black Leech from before.
How did so many appear all at once, and they were quite large, floating around in the water as they began to seek out targets to attack?
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, causing chaos within our small group. Firing randomly in such a confined space could easily lead to accidental injuries.
Shovel rushed around, urging everyone not to shoot. I joined in to help, and the gunfire quickly ceased. However, everyone was already infested with these Leech.
Panic ensued as people began thrashing about, and soon cries of agony echoed through the water. Even though it was submerged, the sound of their muffled sobs was chilling.
These Leech were nothing like those found in fields; they could bite through waterproof suits and directly suck human blood.
Strands of blood continuously floated out from the water, blooming into splashes of crimson.
After removing the Leech clinging to me, I saw Fat Ma frantically groping around in a panic. I swam over to help him get rid of the Leech on his body.
Everyone was now moving frantically; the water churned up waves that obscured our view of the situation. Some began retreating toward the tomb passage behind us.
I tugged at Fat Ma and the Mud Man, starting to back away as well.
As we passed through the tomb passage, we helped each other remove the leeches from our bodies.
Xiao Hui and the others also retreated without delay, continuing to move backward.
The flow of the river had come to a halt, and at that moment, someone shouted, "Come over here, there's no water."
We quickly swam over and found ourselves facing a cliff. We climbed up using the land surface. During the climb, I felt something tugging at me.
I kicked at it and discovered that below was actually empty space, resembling a sewage drain in the city. No wonder the water hadn't flooded up.
What a clever trick! I marveled.
Shovel checked the numbers and said, "One is dead," then hesitated before adding, "Brother Jiang didn't follow us."
Mr. Shovel remained silent for a moment before saying, "Don't worry about him."
The team took a moment to regroup and treat their wounds. Then everyone removed their oxygen equipment and continued onward.
Once on shore, I glanced back at the water, still feeling a lingering sense of dread.
Brother Jiang hadn't followed us; I was puzzled. At that moment, the mudman leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I saw him heading back the way we came."
I was surprised but didn't show it.
The team continued to push forward as Fat Ma cursed under his breath.
The surroundings here were completely different from the previous tomb passage. On the walls of the passage, ancient characters from the Pre-Qin period began to appear, intricately carved in relief.
The gentleman examined them seriously.
Fat Ma showed no interest in these ghostly things and was unwilling to delay, moving forward with a clay figure in hand, focused on finding treasures.
I stayed outside, observing the reliefs, and when I touched them, my hand came away stained with a layer of dark blue color.
Perhaps these carved characters had been painted at some point.
What was recorded here seemed to be events that occurred during the construction of Dujiangyan.
It was said that many people died during the building of this dam, and these words clearly documented it.
After reading, I discovered an issue: the initial purpose of constructing Dujiangyan was not merely for drainage and flood control; there were other undisclosed motives, though this secret was not mentioned above.
However, there was a peculiar account recorded above.
When selecting the site for Dujiangyan's construction, someone had specifically invited a Feng Shui Master to assess it. The Feng Shui Master stated that due to the conflict of the five elements, it was an ominous location unsuitable for construction.
Yet Li Bing had already set his sights on this place; from all perspectives, it was an excellent site for building a dam.
In the end, Li Bing disregarded the Feng Shui Master's advice and proceeded to construct Dujiangyan. During its construction, there was an incident where it collapsed due to negligence. This is the official version.
The folk tale, however, tells a different story: it claims that a dragon beneath the earth had been disturbed by their actions and unleashed its fury, causing Dujiangyan to collapse, resulting in many deaths.
Later on, it was rumored that a reclusive master was invited to perform a ritual, which forcibly subdued the earth dragon, allowing Dujiangyan to be successfully constructed and stand strong for a thousand years.
These writings recount such a story, leaving one utterly perplexed.
Another point of curiosity is why there are records about Dujiangyan here, and who the owner of this tomb is.
Moreover, I discovered something astonishing: one of the signatures was actually written in Ghostly Script.
I watched as the gentleman furrowed his brow, staring at those characters for quite some time without diverting his gaze.
Perhaps I revealed a hint of my thoughts, as Xiao Hui asked me, "Do you recognize these characters?"
I shook my head, not voicing my thoughts. Because doing so would lead to more complications, especially regarding the Bronze Coffin; just thinking about it made me hesitant to delve deeper.
After a while, the gentleman shook his head, likely concluding that it was futile.
The others were squatting in the tomb passage resting; when the gentleman stood up, they followed suit.
"Let’s go in," he said softly, weariness etched on his face.
Suddenly feeling a pang of sympathy, I spoke up, "I recognize those characters."
The gentleman turned to look at me sharply; in that moment, I felt a chill run through me, as if a rabbit had been spotted by a tiger.
"What do they mean?" he asked urgently.
I said, "It's a person's name signed as Wei Wu."
"Really?" The teacher's expression turned somewhat anxious.
I nodded heavily, giving him a definite answer. To be honest, I didn't understand why most of the text here was in Pre-Qin script while the signature was in Ghostly Script.
Once the teacher received my response, the anxious look on his face immediately faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression.
I didn't disturb him; I shifted my gaze and happened to meet Xiao Hui's eyes. She looked at me with a somewhat strange expression, and I knew she might be upset about my earlier claim of not knowing.
However, I didn't explain because smart people don't need others to clarify things, and I was sure that Xiao Hui was indeed a smart person.
After pondering for a few minutes, the teacher continued to move forward.
The entire team began to advance again.
The teacher seemed to have softened his attitude towards me, starting to ask me some questions. But I also knew there were certain things that couldn't be said.
So basically, whenever he asked me something, I would respond briefly because I understood the saying: "Too many words lead to mistakes."
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