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Looking at the scene before him, the Mud Man speculated that this might be an armory or just a storage room. The array of weapons and other objects dazzled the eyes, with several light pillars weaving through the space, yet it was impossible to see everything; there were always some areas shrouded in darkness.
"Fatty!" the Mud Man suddenly shouted.
Fat Ma, carrying the Mud Man, responded with a grunt.
"Where did you get into trouble before?"
Hearing this question, Fat Ma pointed to a pillar ahead. "Right over there!" Following Fat Ma's finger, the Mud Man walked over.
Fat Ma and the others quickly followed.
As they approached the pillar, the Mud Man stopped, looking down at the ground where there were still bloodstains.
He crouched down and sniffed, feeling puzzled at first, then murmuring, "Maybe Old Sun was right." Suddenly, at that moment, a crisis struck. A huge claw mark illuminated by the light charged toward the Mud Man at an incredible speed.
The Mud Man's pupils contracted as he turned his head and shouted, "Watch out!" He narrowly dodged this deadly attack. Just then, another strike came; the Mud Man hurriedly drew his dagger to block it. Suddenly, a metallic clang echoed as they collided, solidifying the Mud Man's suspicions.
The sound of metal startled Fat Ma for a moment, but he quickly reacted, swinging his arms and clenching his fists as he moved forward.
Seeing that his attack on the Mud Man had failed, the assailant quickly retreated a few steps. When he noticed Fat Ma advancing as well, he stood still for a few seconds before turning and running away.
Understanding the situation more clearly now, Fat Ma's eyes turned red with determination as he chased after him. The sound of metal clashing rang out sharply in the air.
Hearing this noise made me spring up like a coiled spring. The torn wound on my leg throbbed painfully, but I gritted my teeth and looked up.
"Dammit! Where do you think you're running?" Fat Ma shouted loudly.
This was bad; something had gone wrong! But at the same time, I was certain my guess was correct: there was indeed a living person here. We had mistakenly thought it was Zongzi when it was actually a real person hiding in this place.
I limped toward the second floor but found my mobility restricted.
I turned to Old Ghost and said, "Old Ghost, can you help me up to the second floor?"
Before Old Ghost could respond, Zhang Tong interjected, "Going up now would just be a burden! Don't push yourself!"
Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water. However, after thinking it over, I realized she was right, so I had no choice but to abandon that thought. Yet, I found myself nervously staring at the second floor.
Several light beams darted around like fire dragons, accompanied by the loud curses of Fat Ma echoing from above.
The Mud Man moved quickly, swiftly crossing the weapons as he chased after the person's footsteps, but Fat Ma had already lost sight of him and was venting his frustration with more curses!
The Mud Man's expression was tense; the person he was pursuing was moving quite fast, making barely any sound on the ground. If it weren't for the fact that the Mud Man could remember his scent, he might not have been able to keep up.
A beam of light flickered through the space, which seemed much larger than expected.
His two lackeys had not caught up either.
Taking a deep breath, the Mud Man summoned all his strength to match the person's pace. The distance between them shrank until there was only one person’s length left. Without hesitation, the Mud Man lunged forward! He wrapped his arms around the person's waist, causing him to stumble and fall. Seizing the opportunity, the Mud Man pressed down on him.
At that moment, Fat Ma and his companions saw the light freeze in one spot and hurried over.
The Mud Man pinned the person down as he struggled against him, sharp claws swiping at him. A flash of cold light passed by as the Mud Man quickly dodged but still ended up with several scratches on his neck. The sudden pain made him frown as he seized one of the person's hands and pinned it behind his back while firmly holding onto the other.
"Who are you?" the Mud Man asked.
But the person remained silent, continuing to struggle fiercely.
After asking once without a response, the Mud Man decided not to ask again and took matters into his own hands. He pulled out a bandage from his pocket and wrapped it around the person's wrists. Then he turned him over to get a better look at his face, only to find that he was still masked. Without hesitation, the Mud Man tore it off.
The weapons continued to make cracking sounds under Fat Ma and his companions' assault.
At that moment when the black cloth was pulled away, the Mud Man froze upon seeing a face that left him utterly shocked. He stammered in disbelief, "It's you..."
In that instant of surprise, the person seized the opportunity to break free and escape. The bandage had already been cut, and the Mud Man was knocked to the ground, unable to pursue as he stood there in a daze.
Fat Ma and his group arrived just then.
"What happened, Mud Man?" Fat Ma asked breathlessly.
The Mud Man momentarily failed to respond.
"I asked you what happened!" Fat Ma urged.
The Clay Man finally emerged from his daze, his tone somewhat distorted. "Let him get away!"
"Dammit!" Fat Ma cursed angrily. "That kid is lucky. If I had caught him, I would have killed him for sure."
The Clay Man did not respond but fell into deep thought. Fat Ma did not press further; after all, the Clay Man always wore this expression.
At that moment, the two people beside the Clay Man also wore the same expression, making it seem as if three faces were merged into one.
Seeing that the person had escaped, Fat Ma felt a bit frustrated. However, once that frustration subsided, he discovered a different world. He hastily gathered things around him and found many Mingqi, but there were so many that he couldn't take them all.
So he forced the Clay Man to gather some as well.
After carefully selecting the better Mingqi, Fat Ma finally revealed a satisfied smile.
Once they descended the stairs, news spread that there was a living person above, not a Zongzi, and that this living person had already been dealt with by Fat Ma. The previously disheartened individuals suddenly sprang to life like stagnant water coming back to life, rushing up to the second floor to collect the leftover Mingqi that Fat Ma had gathered.
Fat Ma shook off his earlier lethargy and cheerfully ran towards me, distributing some items to me and Zhang Tong, then giving some to Old Ghost. In the end, Old Ghost complained it was too little and went upstairs to search for more.
Fat Ma cursed Old Ghost under his breath.
At that moment, the Clay Man approached. I immediately noticed something was off about his complexion. Although he usually appeared calm, this time was different.
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