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Chen Yutou fell silent all of a sudden. He didn’t speak, and no one else dared to either. But I couldn’t remain quiet; we couldn’t afford to wait any longer for the situation with Fat Ma.
“Fish Head Elder, you need to make a decision!”
At that moment, the Mud Man also kept his silence, his expression unreadable.
Finally, Chen Yutou lifted his head as if he had made up his mind. “Let me handle this! You step aside, young man.”
However, the Mud Man seemed not to hear Fish Head Elder’s words. He stood there in a daze, lightly furrowing his brow. “Let me do it!” he said, quickly squatting down and reaching into the Secret Compartment that Fat Ma had touched earlier.
Time passed quickly. Beads of sweat formed densely on the Mud Man’s forehead.
I stood by anxiously, my heart racing.
This was undoubtedly the biggest crisis we had encountered since entering this place, and it had struck right after our arrival. Fat Ma’s life was hanging by a thread.
All I could do was wait. In this agonizing situation, the Mud Man finally withdrew his hand, and what came out with it was a withered, shriveled hand.
The people surrounding us gasped in shock and quickly dispersed to create some space. The Mud Man didn’t hesitate; after pulling his hand back, he swiftly retreated while shouting, “Get back!”
In this urgent moment, I didn’t dare delay either. I struggled to hoist Fat Ma onto my back and dragged him backward. Amidst the chaos, Old Ghost came over to lend a hand.
Together, we managed to get Fat Ma to safety, with Zhang Tong following closely behind us.
Old Wang and Chen Yutou remained still, not moving from their spots.
After handing Fat Ma over to Old Ghost and Zhang Tong for safekeeping, I hurried to the front.
"Comrade, you shouldn't come over and make things worse," Chen Yutou said, his face tense.
"Fish Head Elder, don't worry, I have this," I replied, pulling out the Black Donkey Hoof and shaking it lightly.
Seeing the Black Donkey Hoof, Chen Yutou didn't say anything further. I continued to approach the clay figure and whispered, "Is everything alright?"
The clay figure shook its head. However, its attention remained fixed on the Secret Compartment.
A black, withered claw slowly extended outward, moving at a sluggish pace. Unbeknownst to us, a chilling aura began to permeate the air.
We all held our breath, staring intently at the Secret Compartment.
As time passed, an entire hand from Zongzi emerged, its dark skin exuding a foul, rancid odor that was unbearable.
"Could it be the stench of decay?" I quickly suggested.
"No," Fish Head Elder denied.
Everyone remained silent, watching the unfolding scene without daring to make any sudden movements.
But I was thinking to myself, could I 'kill' it before it comes out? When the other hand of Zongzi also reached out, my heart jumped into my throat.
It had been a while since I last saw Zongzi, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous. I tried to calm myself down as much as possible, especially since Fat Ma's life was hanging by a thread.
Suddenly, I remembered something and asked, "Can this thing save Fat Ma?"
"Yes," the clay figure answered decisively.
That answer was like a calming pill for me.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's do it!" I urged.
At that moment, the clay figure seemed more composed and told me not to rush.
But how could I not be anxious? Fat Ma was likely affected by Corpse Poison, and if he didn't receive timely treatment, he might not make it.
I really didn't want anything to happen to Fat Ma.
I was so anxious that I felt like jumping up and down.
Meanwhile, Zongzi's head began to emerge from the surface, as if it were stuck.
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