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At that moment, everyone was taken aback. Fat Ma couldn't help but exclaim, "This is too strong!" Even the expression on the Mud Man's face changed.
I stood in the corner, also stunned, as Black Donkey Hoof stuffed something into its mouth and chewed it down with difficulty. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming, lasting only a few seconds, but it felt like everyone had been completely crushed and began to scatter in panic.
Fat Ma called for the Mud Man and prepared to flee. The aura of invincibility was palpable; everyone's psychological defenses had been shattered.
Fat Ma was no exception. Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he ran toward me. The Mud Man and his two lackeys followed closely behind. Understanding the situation, I stopped hesitating. When Fat Ma reached out, I jumped onto his back.
In this dire situation, escaping was the priority. Fat Ma carried me as he sprinted into the darkness. Zhang Tong chased after us, and the Mud Man along with Old Ghost kept pace. We entered an arched passageway that connected to another part of the Ghostly Heavenly Palace.
Fat Ma ran like a madman, completely oblivious to what was happening behind us.
That Eternal Zongzi had made us abandon all thoughts of resistance.
Finally, we arrived at another hall. The wide doors stood open, revealing the towering Bronze Palace before me, two stories high, so vast that I couldn't see its entirety at a glance. Fat Ma, carrying me, had no time to admire the palace and charged straight inside.
The Zongzi was still pursuing us!
We all rushed in together, but once we reached the palace, we realized there was no way out. The doors were wide open; if that Eternal Zongzi got in, we would be doomed. Thinking quickly, I urged Fat Ma to call for someone to shut the door.
Fat Ma didn't hesitate. With a shout, everyone worked together to close it. Once it was shut, an eerie chill washed over me; I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination.
At that moment when the doors slammed shut, everything seemed to quiet down. Some leaned against the door to catch their breath while others tended to their wounds. I asked Fat Ma to set me down and leaned against a large pillar.
My wound felt slightly torn; it hurt a bit more than I expected.
"Everything's fine now, everyone take a break!" someone spoke up.
With those words, many people let out a sigh of relief.
The group that had followed the Mud Man was now reduced to just four or five individuals; the rest had perished, along with six or seven others from accompanying teams.
So there were about fifteen of us in total.
I turned on the headlamp tied to my forehead and surveyed the environment of this hall. Several towering Bronze pillars supported the structure, and directly above, there stood a statue. I propped myself up to get a better look.
When I finally saw the full figure of the statue, I was momentarily stunned! I recognized this statue; to be precise, I recognized the face depicted on it.
It seemed to be the statue of Wei Wu, the figure from that mural. Yes, it was indeed Wei Wu, now presented as a magnificent statue, exuding strength and majesty.
When I had seen those Sculptures earlier, I had wondered why there were no members of the Wei Clan among them. Now that I finally saw this one, it only confirmed my suspicions and brought me closer to the truth step by step.
Considering that since entering, we had found nothing of value and had risked our lives for it, everyone's spirits were somewhat low.
"Staying here isn't a solution," Fat Ma shouted as he headed up to the second floor.
His footsteps echoed on the stairs, breaking the silence in this dark world.
Fat Ma continued to grumble. Once he reached the second floor, his mood suddenly brightened. Just as he was about to shout out loud, he forced himself to hold back! He muttered softly, "Damn, we've hit the jackpot this time."
I kept my gaze fixed on that statue, lost in thought.
However, the chilling scream of Fat Ma quickly interrupted the moment. He came running down, almost screaming, his body covered in Mingqi. The sound of Fat Ma's cries immediately put everyone on edge.
Niren rushed forward to assist Fat Ma and asked, "What happened?"
"It's Zongzi!" Fat Ma exclaimed.
Zongzi again! Niren was taken aback as he noticed several bloody gashes on Fat Ma's body.
Everyone heard Fat Ma mention Zongzi, and their expressions turned grim. I reminded Zhang Tong and Old Ghost to be cautious.
I leaned against a pillar to stand up and pulled out a knife from my waist, preparing for the situation at hand.
Everyone was on high alert, not daring to relax.
However, nearly a quarter of an hour passed without any sign of the Zongzi that Fat Ma had mentioned.
"I say, Fatty, you’re not trying to pull a fast one on us, are you?" someone shouted directly at Fat Ma.
Fat Ma frowned at the remark and retorted, "If you don’t believe me, why don’t you go check for yourself?"
Many had already noticed the Mingqi hanging off Fat Ma, but since there were quite a few people with him, no one dared to make a bold move. Now that so much time had passed and the Zongzi he spoke of still hadn’t appeared, some began to wonder if this Fat Ma was trying to hoard the Mingqi for himself.
"Fine, let’s go then!"
"I'll go with you; what's the big deal?"
After the words fell, the two of them went up.
Once they ascended, their eyes brightened at first, then they confirmed their suspicions in silence, feeling pleased within themselves. Just as they were reveling in their triumph, Mingqi felt his hand go weak when suddenly a cold light flashed by, and one of them let out a scream.
"Who is it?"
No one responded, and there was no sight of the attacker. Looking down at the five claw marks carved into his chest, the man felt a chill run through him. "There really is a Zongzi!" he said weakly.
The other uninjured person replied, "Just grab a little more, and we'll head down."
As he was about to nod in agreement, five claw marks accompanied by another flash of cold light pierced through his chest, pulling out blood and organs along with it. A wave of Blood Stench spread through the air. The other man, witnessing this scene, was terrified and turned to flee.
Just as he reached the stairway entrance, a look of surprise crossed his face, but in the next moment, it faded into despair. The color drained from his face, replaced by pallor and panic. In his dying breath, he uttered, "There's a Zongzi!"
This cry was filled with terror that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
To our ears, it sent an involuntary shiver down our spines, a chill creeping up our backs.
After shouting that phrase, he stumbled and fell from the stairway, rolling down several steps as blood stained them crimson.
Yet the so-called Zongzi killer did not appear.
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