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It had been riddled with bullets, its body torn and bloodied.
At that moment, the man stepped forward, glanced at the strange creature's corpse on the ground, and asked, "What caused this?"
Xiao Hui whispered a few words in his ear. The man looked at the three of us but said nothing.
Then he walked toward the iron box, which contained some plant debris. He picked it up and sniffed it, a look of disappointment flashing across his face.
The Mud Man leaned in and said to me, "Inside the iron box is a medicinal herb."
Fat Ma also felt disappointed; he had thought there might be some valuable antique inside.
Without hesitation, Fat Ma asked the man, "What exactly was that strange creature?"
After pondering for a moment, the man replied, "That was a Face-Eating Monkey."
I initially thought it was a water ghost or water monkey; I had never heard of a Face-Eating Monkey before. We continued to wait for the man's explanation.
The man seemed lost in thought for a while before continuing, "Back during the Korean War, we crossed the Yalu River and quickly engaged in battle. The American forces had overwhelming firepower; we were completely suppressed."
"At that time, our country was also in a difficult period, and food supplies were scarce. North Korea refused to provide any food. We were forced to retreat into the primitive forests of Korea, hoping to find something to eat. Instead, we encountered these Face-Eating Monkeys, which led to the deaths of several of my comrades." He sighed deeply and fell silent.
After hearing his words, I couldn't help but glance back at the Face-Eating Monkey lying on the ground.
Since it was a land-dwelling Face-Eating Monkey, why had it appeared in a tomb underwater and ended up trapped in an iron box?
These questions remained unanswered, but one thing was certain: this Face-Eating Monkey hadn't been here long because every living creature needs to replenish its energy.
However, given that there had been heavy rainfall recently and the rivers were flooded, how did it get in here? That remained a mystery I pondered silently.
Perhaps it was attracted by the scent of that medicinal herb! That was the only reason I could think of for how this Face-Eating Monkey ended up here.
With the incident involving the Face-Eating Monkey coming to a close, two people had been severely injured—almost half their faces eaten away—and Shovel had also sustained some injuries, though they weren't too serious.
I felt a pang of guilt, wondering if no one would have been hurt if I hadn't provoked that Iron Box.
Fat Ma strolled over, grinning widely. After witnessing the power of the Submachine Gun, he couldn't take his eyes off it. He turned to me and said, "Old Sun, why didn't I think of bringing something like this when I first came down here?"
The purpose of our visit was still unclear to me, and I felt a bit uneasy, so I didn't respond to Fat Ma. At that moment, the Mud Man approached and patted my shoulder. "Don't think too much; let's get to work!"
I shook my head vigorously to clear my thoughts.
Suddenly, Fat Ma pointed to the center of the tomb and said, "Come on, let's check that out."
Without hesitation, the Mud Man and I followed Fat Ma to the middle of the tomb.
This tomb was beautiful, truly. Just as Fat Ma had said, it was not a place for burying the dead; rather, it resembled a paradise for the living to dwell in seclusion.
The area was spacious and featured a Rockery, stone tables, and Stone Chairs.
In the center, there was a Stream with a stone bridge arching over it. The gentle sound of flowing water sang softly.
I observed the source of the water: two openings—one flowing in and one flowing out—quite reasonable.
The water wasn't very deep but appeared somewhat murky.
"Whirlpool!" Fat Ma exclaimed, pointing at the inlet. The flow began to surge from a slow trickle to a powerful gush.
Suddenly, a white object sprang out from within.
"Not good!" shouted the Mud Man.
Fat Ma and I were intently watching.
The Mud Man fired several shots, startling both me and Fat Ma awake. We quickly retreated.
Everyone else reacted as well.
Another Face-Eating Monkey appeared, much larger than the previous one, its fangs protruding from its mouth.
"Damn," Fat Ma reacted, raising his Submachine Gun and opening fire.
Suddenly, everything went dark; the Searchlight was shot out by Fat Ma, drawing a chorus of curses. Fat Ma awkwardly chuckled a few times, embarrassed.
Everyone had no choice but to turn on the small lights mounted on their helmets. Instantly, the light in the large tomb chamber became chaotic. The worst part was that we had lost track of the Face-Eating Monkey.
Now, everyone was on edge. Suddenly, a voice rang out. We all leaned against each other to prevent a surprise attack from the enemy. I recognized it as Shovel's voice.
Fat Ma, Shovel, and I immediately formed a protective circle, which was the most effective strategy at that moment.
I cursed, "Fat Ma, you shot in the wrong place with your Submachine Gun."
Fat Ma replied sheepishly, "It was a mistake, purely a mistake." Of course, we didn't have time to debate who was right or wrong; our main focus was to eliminate that suddenly appearing Face-Eating Monkey. Otherwise, there would be even more casualties.
In the darkness, we held our breath and waited, afraid to make any sudden movements.
Gunfire echoed a few times, followed by a mournful wail that quickly faded away.
"What happened?" someone asked.
"A Qiang is dead," came the trembling response. After a moment, we could even hear someone retching.
My heart tightened inexplicably. I suddenly shouted, "Everyone gather close!" As my voice faded, Shovel responded. We began to move toward the light.
One person had died; half of his head had been chewed off, leaving only his scalp with hair intact. Brain matter spilled everywhere, emitting a strong Blood Stench. He had died instantly, only able to let out a single scream.
This Face-Eating Monkey was even more brutal than the last one and seemed smarter too. It vanished into the darkness without making another sound.
Many animals can discern objects in the dark; it seemed this Face-Eating Monkey could also pinpoint our location.
"This way," someone said just before gunfire erupted again, but there was nothing there. The entire team was now on high alert due to its antics.
I had to stay calm, reminding myself of that. Suddenly, I thought about how sensitive the clay figure's sense of smell was, so I asked, "Can you smell it?"
The clay figure shook its head and said, "There's a strong blood stench where we are now; it's hard to distinguish any other scents."
My heart sank as I replied, "Let's move away from here." I signaled to Fat Ma and exchanged greetings with Shovel. The three of us broke away from the rest of the team.
We began to carefully make our way toward the center of the tomb chamber, taking each step cautiously.
Fat Ma remarked, "This revolution has been carried out more thoroughly than ever."
I was about to respond when the clay figure shushed us, signaling for silence.
Then suddenly, the clay figure said, "There it is." Upon hearing this, Fat Ma and I immediately readied our weapons.
"It's coming," the clay figure added quickly, indicating my side.
I swiftly turned and fired several shots. The recoil from the submachine gun made my hands tingle as all the bullets flew high and missed their target.
Meanwhile, Fat Ma expertly handled his M11 submachine gun. The muzzle flash illuminated the darkness as his bullets struck true.
Then came a piercing scream; I knew we had hit something. Fat Ma chuckled triumphantly and said, "Dare to cross my line of fire!"
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