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The Fat Ma stared at me with wide eyes, his hands outstretched. With the sound of a gunshot, I fell from above. Fat Ma managed to catch me, but due to the force of gravity, he lost his footing and let out a grunt as he landed hard on the ground. I slipped from his grasp and rolled onto the floor. Zhang Tong quickly rushed over and untied the iron chain from my ankle.
A gash about two centimeters long appeared on my ankle. Zhang Tong washed the wound with water and then bandaged it up.
I tried to stand, but the pain in my ankle made me stagger, nearly causing me to fall.
The new injury hadn’t fully healed, and now I had added an old one—trouble never comes alone.
At that moment, the mud man aimed at the corpse hanging from the beam. As he dodged, the three people below fired their guns simultaneously. Three bullets whizzed through the air, all hitting the corpse but missing its head.
The impact caused the body to fall from the beam, and it bit down on a human head in its mouth, taking a chunk out of it. The remaining part fell to the ground, brain matter splattering everywhere, filling the air with a foul stench.
Seeing the corpse drop, the three men with handguns rushed forward and continued pulling the triggers until finally, the body lay still.
At that moment, the mud man descended from the beam.
But before he could stabilize himself, bats swarmed in like a dark cloud.
“Get back to the stairs!” Song Ran suddenly shouted.
We had just taken a few steps back when we realized that the bats were not coming toward us but were heading straight for the corpse.
“What’s going on?”
“The blood stench is stronger over there.”
The mud man and three eerie figures ran toward us.
Soon, from where the corpse lay, a wailing voice echoed: “Even as a ghost, I won’t let you go…” The voice was hauntingly despairing.
Our expressions changed simultaneously, and it was somewhat strange.
Could it be that he wasn't completely dead? Even in such a state, he still hadn't died; it seemed impossible to even think about.
After the swarm of bats descended, five minutes later, they flew away again. The light shone down, revealing that the head we had seen before had already turned into a skull.
The corpse was even more unrecognizable, completely devoid of any human form.
"Just now, his finger twitched," Song Ran said, her face filled with astonishment.
I turned to look in the direction of her voice, and indeed, his finger was still moving.
"Everyone, be careful," I couldn't help but remind them.
"Help me..." The indistinct corpse surprisingly emitted such a sound.
"Help me..."
"Damn! How is he not dead yet?" Fat Ma exclaimed in disbelief.
We were equally shocked; if he could survive this, he might even be tougher than a cockroach!
"Do you still have consciousness?" I asked.
"Help me..." was the only response I received.
"Old Sun, don't bother with him anymore. In this state, even a deity couldn't save him."
"Help me... I can tell you a secret, a secret that none of you know..." His voice had completely lost its human quality, sounding like a chilling ghostly whisper rising from the Nine Hells.
"I can't save you."
"You have."
His response left me momentarily stunned.
"What do I have?" I couldn't help but retort.
"Enough, Old Sun, don't say anything yet. Let him reveal that secret first," Fat Ma interrupted.
The body lay motionless on the ground, and all we could hear were intermittent sounds. The Mud Man and the four Eerie Figures stood to the side.
Zhang Tong and Song Ran stood behind me, holding hands, while Fat Ma eagerly asked, "What secret are you going to tell us?"
I looked at the shapeless body on the ground and found it hard to connect it with the previous Old Wang.
Fat Ma stared at the unresponsive corpse, waiting for an answer.
But after a long while, there was still no response.
"Could it be dead?" Zhang Tong couldn't help but voice his concern.
None of us felt reassured. Fat Ma boldly stepped forward, but I pulled him back. "Don't underestimate it."
Fat Ma paused. "At this point, it's definitely dead. I thought we might hear some secrets about the treasure!"
"Big Fatty, you're such a greedy pig!"
Fat Ma's face darkened immediately, his enthusiasm waning.
"You little brat..."
"What’s wrong, Big Fatty?"
Fat Ma turned away, no longer speaking.
"It should be dead," after a while, the Mud Man made a decision.
I thought about it too; it was probably dead.
"Then let's go!" I suggested. Just as we were about to take a step, he spoke again: "Help me... I'll tell you a secret..."
I felt as if I had been jolted by electricity and immediately stopped in my tracks. This time, I didn't hesitate and directly asked, "What secret? Tell me."
The corpse lying on the ground said, "I know your father is Sun Youwei..."
"What?" Hearing my father's name mentioned, I became agitated. "What happened to my father?"
Then he let out a chilling laugh: "Your father..."
Bang... Bang... A few gunshots rang out, hitting the corpse right in the forehead.
"Song Ran, what are you doing?" Zhang Tong scolded.
Song Ran forcefully shook off Zhang Tong's hand and quickly ran to the staircase like a deer. We hadn't even reacted yet, hesitating for a few seconds.
The Mud Man quickly chased after her, followed closely by four Eerie Figures.
I also tried to move forward to catch up, but as soon as I took a step, pain shot through my ankle, forcing me to give up. Right now, both Fat Ma and I were battered and bruised.
Fat Ma, Zhang Tong, and I stayed where we were.
Fat Ma complained, "I knew that girl was up to no good; I didn't expect her to have such bad intentions."
I hurried over to check the corpse. It should be completely dead by now; the bullet had struck right at the central point, almost instantly killing it.
"Are you still angry?"
I shook my head and replied, "It's all dead and gone."
Yet, he left a huge knot in my heart, one that was tied to my father. What about the escaped Song Ran? Was there any connection between her and Hills? And why did he want to kill 'that corpse'? Moreover, she might have some sort of link to my father.
All these events only made the questions more perplexing.
"How did Song Ran get the gun?" I asked.
"I didn't see clearly; suddenly she just fired!" Zhang Tong answered.
Fat Ma was indignant. "I can't believe I used to think of her as Hilly Big Sister!"
"Who is Hills?" Zhang Tong suddenly asked.
Fat Ma chuckled and said it was a distant relative of his.
Upon hearing Fat Ma's response, Zhang Tong didn't press further.
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