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The water in the Bronze Water Platform seemed to have been completely drained, and the temperature had dropped significantly. We gathered closer, and for a moment, no one spoke; we silently gazed at the pool, astonished by everything that had transpired here.
"You can go down now," the mysterious figure suddenly said. Without waiting for anyone else to respond, a few people behind him sprang into action. They quickly secured the ropes but stood by the edge of the pool without moving, while the ghostly figures remained unresponsive.
We dared not make any rash moves, and those who were blocked outside the crowd felt even more helpless, sensing that everything happening now was quite strange.
Fat Ma felt an itch in his heart, eager to dive in and investigate. However, at this point, he was not in control of the situation, so despite his impatience, he could only wait.
"Damn it, what are these people up to?" Fat Ma grumbled through clenched teeth. "I really picked the wrong group today." I urged Fat Ma to calm down and wait a little longer.
Old Ghost appeared relaxed, while Zhang Tong nervously watched the ghostly figures.
The previous shadowy presence seemed to have vanished without a trace, leaving an eerie atmosphere hanging in the air.
Once the ropes were secured, everyone remained still, like wooden figures standing by the pool.
A flashlight beam illuminated the shallow water below, revealing its murky depths.
Fat Ma's temperament was not suited for waiting. After a while, he turned to the muddy figure and said, "Muddy Man, let's go down first!"
The muddy figure did not respond verbally but nodded in agreement.
However, just as we least expected it, as soon as the muddy figure made a move, those ghostly individuals sprang into action as well. Two of them quickly approached us, brandishing cold and sinister firearms.
"What are you doing?" the Mud Man said irritably.
"We have to follow you."
The Mud Man turned his head, ignoring them. Instead, he said loudly, "Old Sun, let's go down!" His voice was raised, and I knew it wasn't just for me; it was meant for everyone present.
I didn't hold back either and strode forward. Zhang Tong followed closely behind me. Realizing this, I said, "It's dangerous down there; you should stay up here and wait for me!" My tone was sincere.
However, Zhang Tong seemed unwilling to take my advice and insisted on going down with me. With no other choice, I reluctantly agreed.
Suddenly, I felt as if someone was watching me. I turned around but found that the gaze had vanished. I thought to myself that it must have been my imagination.
"Alright, stop flirting," Fat Ma said impatiently.
"Let's go!"
The Mud Man nodded.
I tugged at the rope that the previous person had tied and tested its stability. This time, the five of us would take the lead: myself, the Mud Man, and Zhang Tong. Fish Head Elder and Old Wang, along with the mysterious figures, stayed behind while two of those ghostly figures followed closely behind us.
They were tall and muscular, their bulging chests indicating their strength, and the dark gun barrels silently screamed danger.
Without hesitation, after confirming the rope's stability, I secured my oxygen tank and fastened the searchlight on my head. Gripping the rope tightly, I slid down. As I descended, a rush of alternating hot and cold air filled my body, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
In less than a minute, I reached the bottom. Upon contact with the water below, the temperature wasn't as shockingly hot as Fat Ma had described; instead, it was mild. However, after landing, an inexplicable sense of oppression surged within me.
The space below was relatively large, capable of accommodating several adults. More importantly, there was a half-height secret passageway down here. A wave of excitement surged within me—damn! This was truly interconnected. At the same time, I had a gut feeling that we were getting closer to our destination.
The second person to come down was Zhang Tong. I carefully supported her as she landed, noticing her slightly flushed face, likely a sign that she was also feeling unwell. The oxygen mask she was wearing provided her with much-needed air.
Next came Fat Ma, followed by Mud Man Old Ghost, and then the two others, along with a mysterious figure and three companions.
In total, there were ten of us.
As soon as Fat Ma landed, his sharp eyes caught sight of a small opening just tall enough for a person to pass through. In an instant, he forgot about himself and the current situation, rushing toward the opening without hesitation.
Soon, Fat Ma's distant voice echoed back: "Old Sun, come over here and take a look!"
I realized it was an echo. To prevent Fat Ma from getting into trouble, I quickly followed him through the opening.
What I saw was Bronze—a wall made of bronze that created a narrow passage just wide enough for one person. It gave off an overwhelming sense of oppression, even tinged with a faint feeling of fear that spread inexplicably.
Fat Ma's excited calls soon drew the others over, and before long, all ten of us had vanished into the Bronze pool.
Meanwhile, those above remained unaware of what was happening.
Suddenly, one person turned around and walked away.
Mud Man asked him where he was going.
The man replied coldly, "This place needs more people."
"There are already plenty of us."
"But we can't guarantee your safety with just the two of us."
This was probably the longest sentence I had ever heard them say. After finishing, the man did not linger; he turned and climbed up the rope. Soon, many others began to descend as well, including Fish Head Elder and Old Wang.
However, those who should not have come down were not released.
"Alright," the man seemed to be reporting the situation to the Mud Man.
The Mud Man paid him no mind.
Now there were already dozens of people below, making it a bit crowded. Fat Ma had to move forward, weaving through the light that allowed this kingdom, sealed for hundreds or even thousands of years, to see daylight once more.
A narrow and deep Bronze road reappeared beneath our feet.
I felt as if we had stepped into a 'Bronze Kingdom' that would astonish the world. At that moment, I couldn't help but tremble inside.
The Bronze Fish placed upon me seemed to sense something as it moved with my steps, twisting uneasily. This tomb passage was deep and lengthy; importantly, it was dry, as if it had never been invaded by water.
It was truly incredible!
Fat Ma was in high spirits, humming a lewd tune while playing with a dagger in his hand. I thought to myself that it would be better to let someone armed go ahead; otherwise, if something unexpected happened later, we would surely suffer.
At this moment, Fat Ma seemed to be intoxicated by the victory before him.
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