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Although I didn't want to believe it, the sudden chill that swept through the air made anyone feel uneasy and suspicious.
The Mud Man perked up his ears, listening intently.
"Is there anything?" I asked urgently.
"No," the Mud Man replied.
Hearing him say no did not ease my mind; instead, it only heightened my anxiety.
At that moment, the person standing next to White Zhi suddenly dashed forward. "Windwalker, what are you doing?" White Zhi called out.
Windwalker stopped and replied, "Rather than guessing here, I might as well go take a look myself." With that, he turned and continued running ahead.
White Zhi shouted from behind, "Use the light as a signal. If anything happens to you, shake it vigorously, and we'll rush over to save you."
Windwalker acknowledged him with a shout of agreement.
A beam of light spread forward with Windwalker's steps.
In the quiet and ancient tomb passage, his footsteps echoed against the floor, while moss hung down from the ceiling, occasionally dripping water.
My gaze remained fixed on that beam of light. Even after several minutes, I could still see it.
I wondered why he hadn't reached the end of this passage yet. Was it really that long? Could he have encountered the Ghost Wall again? No, I quickly dismissed that thought in my mind.
If it were the Ghost Wall, he would be spinning in place rather than continuing to move forward.
Minutes passed, and the beam of light gradually transformed into a phantom. The shadow of Windwalker was no longer visible to us. If it weren't for the steady glow, we would have rushed forward. As he moved further away, both the light and he vanished from sight.
The situation seemed sudden yet somehow natural.
We exchanged glances, and after a few seconds, I came to my senses and shouted, "Mud Man, let's go take a look. Fatty, you stay here and keep an eye on Xiao Nan."
With that, Mud Man and I took off running ahead.
Footsteps followed behind us. I turned abruptly, ready to speak, only to find it was White Zhi. I swallowed my words.
We continued running with Mud Man, and White Zhi kept pace with us.
As we ran, I reminded them, "Be careful ahead."
Mud Man nodded in agreement, and White Zhi also gave a slight nod.
After about four or five minutes of running without encountering anything unusual, suddenly White Zhi exclaimed excitedly, "There's light up ahead!"
I strained my eyes to see; although the light wasn't very bright, it was faintly visible and moving forward.
"Windwalker, is that you?" White Zhi shouted loudly.
But the figure ahead did not respond; perhaps the distance was too great.
Unable to contain ourselves, we quickened our pace. How strange, I thought; this tomb passage is damn long!
At that moment, someone called out to me, "Brother Sun." Hearing that name immediately made me think of Xiao Nan since only she would address me like that.
A surge of anger welled up inside me as I wanted to turn around and reprimand whoever it was. Who do you think you are to follow me?
But when I turned around, there was nothing but emptiness. I widened my eyes and looked ahead, my mind highly tense. Suddenly, I felt a chill at the tip of my nose and instinctively wiped it away.
Then came the second drop, which I wiped away out of habit. By the third drop, I was getting a bit impatient and was about to look up when Mud Man called my name.
Once I realized what was happening, I immediately chased after him.
“Mud Man, did you just hear someone calling me?” I asked in confusion.
“No,” Mud Man replied firmly.
Seeing my serious expression, Mud Man advised, “Don’t be too nervous; otherwise, you might start hearing things.”
I instinctively reached up to touch my nose again and wiped it once more. Suddenly, a shiver ran through me as the voice of Brother Sun echoed again.
I lowered my hand and looked back at the tomb passage behind me. There was still nothing there. I let out a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps I was just too tense.
As I hesitated like this, White Zhi had moved a few steps ahead of us. I collected my thoughts and hurried to catch up.
We closed the distance to the beam of light. Although White Zhi called out to Windwalker several times during this period, the beam continued to move forward.
Just as we were about to catch up, the beam suddenly vanished in an instant.
We came to an abrupt stop as the light before us disappeared. Strange, I muttered those two words under my breath.
The three of us stood still, not daring to move forward. White Zhi called out for Windwalker again, but there was no response.
Suddenly, Mud Man crouched down and brought his flashlight close to the ground, muttering, “No footprints.” Then he urged urgently, “Quickly retreat!”
Upon hearing this, I didn’t hesitate at all and immediately started backing away. Suddenly, another voice called out for Brother Sun.
A chill ran through my heart, but I had no time to dwell on it. I quickened my pace and ran back.
White Zhi, still processing what was happening, followed us and asked Mud Man, "What exactly is going on?"
"We've fallen into a trap," Mud Man replied succinctly.
White Zhi's face turned pale as he continued, "What about Windwalker?" Just as he finished speaking, we suddenly found ourselves unable to move an inch.
It felt as if someone had a firm grip on my shoulders. At that moment, my nose tingled with cold, but I couldn't afford to care; panic surged within me.
The pain in my shoulders was excruciating, and the flashlight I held slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground. To make matters worse, I felt completely immobilized. Damn it, had my pressure points been pressed? We weren't far apart from each other.
I had no idea if they were experiencing the same thing as I was. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I shouted, "How are you guys holding up?"
White Zhi gritted his teeth and yelled back, "I can't move my hands!"
Suddenly, I felt a chill at the back of my neck—a damp sensation. Damn it, what the hell was that? I cursed inwardly and turned my head to look. There, gripping my shoulder tightly, was a sinister, withered claw. Damn it, we must have encountered a Zongzi.
I bore through the intense pain and tried to pull out the dagger tucked at my waist. Every movement felt like being stabbed with needles, causing cold sweat to bead on my forehead.
My palms were already soaked with sweat.
The beam of light from the fallen flashlight illuminated the narrow tomb passage. Just as my hand reached the hilt of the dagger, a loud thud echoed through the air. Mud Man collapsed onto the ground, curling into a ball and managing to scoot back a little before his body swelled up like a balloon.
Once he returned to his original form, he began to cough violently but didn’t linger in place. He hurried over to help us.
However, when he finally saw the 'culprit,' he couldn't help but gasp in shock but still mustered his courage to approach.
White Zhi let out a cry of pain at that moment. I gritted my teeth and endured it.
Just as the mud figure approached, another withered claw reached out toward it. The mud figure accidentally kicked a flashlight, and the beam shone directly into its eyes, causing it to instinctively pull back its hand to shield itself.
Seizing the opportunity, the mud figure grabbed a flashlight and pointed it toward the top of the tomb passage. I felt my shoulder relax and realized I could move again.
The mud figure urgently reminded us, "Pick up the flashlight and shine it in their eyes."
I immediately picked up the flashlight. When I shone it at the top of the tomb passage, my heart dropped into my throat.
White Zhi's expression was equally unstable.
I held my breath, afraid to make any sudden movements. They covered their eyes with their hands, while the other two claws clung tightly to the iron objects as if they were magnets. Their bodies were small and frail, roughly the size of a four or five-year-old child, with protruding jaws and foreheads that bulged out, their midsections deeply sunken. Their skin resembled the bark of an ancient tree that had weathered countless storms—dry and withered. It was terrifying.
Especially alarming were their unusually developed limbs, but fortunately, they still seemed to have some fear.
We shone our flashlights at their eyes and began to retreat along the path, not daring to relax for even a moment.
After we had retreated several dozen steps, suddenly, another sound came from Old Sun.
In an instant, I was so frightened that I felt like I had lost two of my three souls.
But I didn’t dare to look away. Suddenly, my shoulder throbbed again, and my body went rigid. Damn, what was happening!
"Old Sun, what’s wrong?" Hearing that voice finally calmed me down.
I turned to look back and saw Fat Ma grinning widely.
I cursed, "What are you doing here, Fat Ma?"
The Fat Ma casually said, "You guys have been quiet for so long, I thought you might be dead, so I came to check on you."
"Where's Xiao Nan?" I asked.
"That little brat? No worries," Fat Ma replied nonchalantly.
"Stop joking around," the Mud Man reminded us. A chill ran through me as I almost forgot that there were still some dangerous characters ahead.
" Fat Ma, we need to retreat," I said.
Fat Ma stretched his neck forward to look and even tried to tiptoe.
"Fatty, if you don't want to die, just back off," the Mud Man said sternly. As he spoke, sweat began to trickle down his forehead like a small stream.
Seeing our serious expressions, Fat Ma realized we weren't joking and immediately dropped his playful demeanor, his chubby face showing enough seriousness.
With the Mud Man covering our rear, we carefully began to retreat.
We walked backward without paying attention to the path behind us, worried that whatever was lurking at the top of the tomb passage might attack us again.
Among the four of us, Fat Ma seemed the most relaxed.
I glanced back and could clearly see the lights where Hills and the others were located.
My heart gradually calmed down a bit.
Our retreat was slow and arduous, but finally, when we reached Hills' position, we turned around with a sense of relief.
"Brother Sun," Xiao Nan called out to me.
I responded with a sound.
“Where is Windwalker?” Hills asked White Zhi.
White Zhi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head, still feeling a lingering fear.
Fat Ma said, “Look at you all. Without Fat Master around, you’re scared to this extent.” He sighed, looking at me and the Mud Man with a mix of disappointment and frustration.
“Damn it, Fat Ma, stop talking nonsense,” the Mud Man retorted.
Fat Ma chuckled and said to the Mud Man, “This isn’t bragging; as long as I’m out there, any monster or ghost will steer clear of me.”
You wouldn’t die if you stopped boasting! The Fat Ma was getting on Xiao Nan’s nerves.
Fat Ma had no way to deal with the dead child; he couldn’t hit or scold it. So he just glared at Xiao Nan and finally said, “Adults are speaking; children shouldn’t interrupt.”
My mind hadn’t settled yet, replaying the earlier scene over and over.
At that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I turned to look, and my shirt was torn open, the skin scratched raw, with a slight trickle of blood seeping out.
After that, we quickly tended to the wound and then analyzed the current situation.
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