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With the candle flickering back to life, we resumed our efforts. Gripping the Crowbar, we wedged it into the gap of the coffin. Initially, we applied only a small amount of force, but once a part of the Crowbar was inside and could serve as a pivot on the coffin, we began to push down harder. I pressed down on my end of the Crowbar towards the ground, and with a creaking sound, the Coffin Lid shifted slightly.
I focused intently, not daring to lose concentration. Seizing the opportunity from the small gap I had pried open, Fat Ma wasted no time in shoving his Crowbar into the opening. He wasn’t one to show patience; once the Crowbar was in, he seemed eager to flip the Coffin Lid immediately. However, unexpectedly, the Crowbar slipped free and flew off with a clang, crashing against a nearby wooden pillar and leaving a dent.
Fat Ma turned around, his face paling instantly as he muttered, “That was close! Good thing Fat Master dodged quickly!” I was startled too and stood frozen for a moment. By the time I regained my composure, Fat Ma had retrieved the Crowbar.
“ Fat Ma, be careful! You scared me half to death,” I couldn’t help but warn him.
Fat Ma chuckled in response.
Regaining our focus, Fat Ma had learned his lesson this time. He managed to insert about twenty centimeters of the nearly thirty-centimeter-long Crowbar into the coffin.
Both Fat Ma and I pushed with all our strength again, and this time the coffin loosened a bit more. However, there wasn’t much change; it only opened enough for three fingers to fit through.
“Hey, Mud Man, come over here and lend a hand!”
When all three of us exerted our strength together, the coffin shifted again. This time, some gemstones also fell with a crisp sound as they hit the ground.
“Ouch!” Suddenly, after the gemstones landed, Fat Ma let out a loud exclamation.
“What happened?” I asked anxiously.
I saw Fat Ma crouching down to pick up one of the gemstones that had shattered into two pieces. He stared at it with an expression of pain on his face and exclaimed, “Damn it, what a waste!”
“Here you go, Zhang Tong,” Fat Ma said as he handed over the broken gemstones to Zhang Tong.
Zhang Tong didn’t hesitate; she accepted them and stuffed them into her pocket.
Fat Ma was momentarily lost in his own world, ignoring us.
After a while, Fat Ma pointed at an Eerie Figure and said, "Hey, buddy, go help them."
The man was taken aback for a moment, but once the Mud Man spoke up, he relented.
With three of us now, we continued our efforts. Meanwhile, Fat Ma had darted over to the coffin, staring intently at it. Just as we were about to exert ourselves, Fat Ma swiftly caught the colorful gems that were falling to the ground.
" Fat Ma, what are you doing?" the Mud Man asked.
Fat Ma replied nonchalantly, "Fat Master is accumulating primitive wealth."
" Fat Ma."
"Be a bit quicker with your hands and feet!" Fat Ma urged us with his hands on his hips.
The Coffin Lid had loosened by about a third; with just a few more pushes, we could probably open it. Sure enough, after a few more attempts, I felt confident that with one more effort, we could flip the Coffin Lid over.
Fat Ma's hands had grown tired from picking up gems, and I didn't know when Zhang Tong had joined in as well.
I gave the Coffin Lid a try; it was still quite heavy. I called out to Fat Ma that it was time for a concerted effort. Fat Ma rolled up his sleeves and charged forward.
With four of us pushing together, there was a loud crash as the Coffin Lid hit the ground.
We took a moment to catch our breath before quickly peering into the coffin. It was shocking; the person inside was dressed in clothing typical of wealthy families from the Republic of China era. Standing on one side of the coffin, I felt disoriented—there was a temporal confusion. This Tomb was undoubtedly ancient, yet it contained items from an earlier period, which left me feeling quite bewildered.
Fat Ma snapped back to reality and said, "See? What Fat Master just said is true! This coffin has definitely been opened before."
"Fat Ma" awakened the dreamer with a single phrase.
"So, you're saying that the person originally buried in the coffin has been taken away, and now the one inside is a modern individual?"
"Very likely!" Even the clay figure agreed.
I shifted my gaze to the face of the corpse, hoping to discern the true identity of Lushan. To my surprise, his face was covered by a piece of black cloth embroidered with intricate designs.
The cloth was intact, but the embroidered images caught me off guard; they depicted various Underworld Deities, leaving me puzzled.
Typically, it is a grave taboo to cover a deceased person's face during burial. In folk belief, covering the eyes means they can no longer protect their descendants.
I stood at the head of the coffin, staring intently.
"Old Sun, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and lift the black cloth," Fat Ma urged as he began rummaging inside the coffin.
Eight people gathered around the coffin, all of the Searchlight beams illuminating its interior.
I decided not to wait any longer. I reached out to touch the black cloth and was just about to make a move...
When I was interrupted by the clay figure: "Let me do it!"
I stepped aside to allow him access, but as he passed by me, I sensed something was off. However, I chose not to investigate further.
As the clay figure reached into the coffin, I noticed he held a string of small prayer beads in his hand, and his expression had grown serious.
He grasped the black cloth at the corpse's jaw and began to slowly pull it away.
At that moment, the candles surrounding the coffin extinguished without warning.
The mud man's half-raised hand immediately froze!
My breath unconsciously became heavier; something was definitely about to go wrong!
Fat Ma clenched his pocket, safeguarding his spoils. If the ghost inside the coffin wanted to reclaim anything, there was absolutely no way that would happen.
It was like throwing water after marrying off a daughter; Fat Ma gritted his teeth, already prepared for a fight to the death.
In the darkness, Fat Ma's face was obscured, but he held a flashlight, moving it around in the space.
"Don't hesitate," I said to the frozen mud man.
We could already see part of the jaw of the person buried inside the coffin.
But I was confident that this corpse would most likely be a Zombie.
Upon hearing my words, the mud man stopped hesitating and exerted force as if lifting a bride's red veil. However, when he reached the top of the head, he hit a snag; the black cloth seemed to be pinned down by nails at that spot.
I motioned for Zhang Tong to step back a bit.
I held onto my dagger, feeling an inexplicable wave of oppression rising in my chest. Perhaps more accurately, it was pressure—something I had never encountered before.
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