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Little by little, Zongzi's entire head was about to emerge, and I felt a cold sweat in the palm of my hand. It was like standing by a river, waiting for the rising tide to slowly engulf you, but the only difference was that the feeling of fear was even more intense and real.
My right hand had already pulled out the dagger from my waist, while my left hand tightly gripped Black Donkey Hoof. My five fingers alternated between tightening and loosening, repeating the motion, though the movements were small.
The few people surrounding us held their breath, not daring to make any sudden moves, even Fish Head Elder was the same.
"Are we going to make a move?" I asked in a low voice.
No one answered me.
I continued, "What are we waiting for? This is the perfect time." I urged while glancing at Fat Ma.
Finally, the Mud Man responded, telling me to wait a bit longer.
Zongzi was slowly wriggling out like a mud eel from the ground.
Since the Mud Man had spoken, I had no choice but to wait.
A few more minutes passed.
Zongzi's entire head finally emerged, and I felt a chill run down my spine. A wave of cold air surged through me as Zongzi's features appeared charred and grotesque, dark and tattered.
The stench became increasingly overwhelming, and someone finally couldn't hold back and began to vomit.
An eerie atmosphere spread around us.
I thought to myself that now was the time to shove Black Donkey Hoof into Zongzi's mouth and end it. Unable to contain myself, I voiced my thoughts aloud.
"Not so simple, Old Sun."
"What are you waiting for then?"
"You should calm down. The more anxious we are in this line of work, the more likely we are to make mistakes," the Mud Man said sternly.
During the argument, a part of Zongzi's body emerged again.
Fish Head Elder and Old Wang fixed their intense gazes on Zongzi, and I noticed Fish Head Elder's fists were clenched tightly.
After being scolded by the Mud Man, I managed to calm down a bit. Once I settled, my focus turned to Zongzi, and the sense of fear inexplicably lessened.
Zongzi's body was almost half exposed now.
"It's time to act!" Old Wang said hoarsely.
"Let's wait a bit longer!" Chen Yutou replied.
Old Wang sighed and fell silent.
Zongzi's entire form was pitch black, with skin tightly adhering to its body, making the joints of its bones disturbingly prominent. It looked more like a desiccated corpse.
I felt my heart racing up into my throat. The others had scattered back, as the country had tightened regulations on firearms, so we didn't have any weapons this time. If a fight broke out later, we would have to rely solely on these cold weapons in our hands.
It's almost out, I silently urged myself.
"Fatty, we need Zongzi's Heart's Blood," the Mud Man suddenly whispered in my ear.
I was taken aback for a moment, not quite understanding what "Heart's Blood" was. After pondering for a while, I realized it likely referred to the blood from the heart of the Zongzi needed to achieve the goal of saving the Fat Ma from the Corpse Poison.
But did Zongzi have blood? The answer was yes, though it was very little—perhaps just a tiny bit hidden in its heart, as the clay figure had mentioned.
After thinking for a while, I felt more assured and steadied myself.
At that moment, the Zongzi was about to emerge. It had already reached knee height.
I inhaled sharply, my grip on the dagger tightening and never loosening again.
I fixed my gaze on the dark Zongzi, instinctively taking a few steps back, and so did the others.
"Get ready to act. Remember, don't smash it too much," Chen Yutou reminded us.
I understood what Fish Head Elder meant and nodded towards it.
After a brief discussion among the four of us, we reached a consensus.
I adjusted my breathing, holding in a long breath as I waited for the Zongzi to slide out from within.
Wait! Its eyes seemed to be tightly shut! I suddenly noticed this phenomenon and was secretly astonished.
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