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Recently, the clay figure felt particularly vivid. Just as he grasped the lifted black cloth in his hand, his expression changed in an instant, and all his movements froze.
My gaze shifted to the head of the corpse inside the coffin. In the next moment, my mind exploded as I witnessed Zongzi's eyes rapidly open. The peaceful expression on his face instantly transformed into a terrifying grimace.
"Not good, retreat quickly!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed Zhang Tong and quickly pulled him back, with Fat Ma following closely behind.
However, after we retreated, the clay figure and the four Eerie Figures remained motionless, standing like wooden pillars beside the coffin.
"Could they be possessed?" Fat Ma panted.
I called out to the clay figure, but received no response.
Yet they began to move. All five of them simultaneously reached out their hands and did something that left me dumbfounded; they pressed down firmly on the corpse inside the coffin!
Fat Ma was also stunned and cursed, "This is outrageous!" He then shouted, "Damn it, clay figure, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
But there was no reply from the clay figure.
I instructed Zhang Tong to stay put and not move. Meanwhile, Fat Ma and I limped forward. After taking a few steps, I reminded Zhang Tong not to come any closer.
Zhang Tong weakly acknowledged me.
As Fat Ma and I approached, we saw the coffin shaking violently. The expressions of the clay figure and the four others were tense, with beads of sweat beginning to form on their foreheads.
"What’s going on?" I asked.
"Don't come any closer!" the Mud Man suddenly shouted, his voice hoarse.
Both Fat Ma and I halted in our tracks.
After a few seconds, the coffin began to shake violently, and it seemed like the five of them were about to be overwhelmed. Fat Ma and I couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward.
However, as we approached, the five figures were thrown backward by the violent shaking of the coffin.
They quickly scrambled to their feet and surrounded the coffin again. But it was too late; the coffin was no longer restrained, and its shaking had escalated beyond description. With a loud crash, it toppled over, plunging the area into silence once more.
The five runners came to an abrupt stop.
"What do we do now?" one of the Eerie Figures gasped.
"Don't panic!"
As they spoke, all four turned to look at the Mud Man, whose expression had changed. He was no longer calm and composed but appeared somewhat flustered.
The Mud Man swallowed hard and took a step forward.
The toppled coffin lay still now.
Seeing the Mud Man move, the four figures hesitated no longer.
At this moment, Fat Ma and I had also moved closer, and Fat Ma called out to the Mud Man.
"I told you not to come over, didn't I?" The Mud Man's voice was laced with agitation.
This statement fired up Fat Ma as well, who shouted back, "Dead Mud Man, if Fat Master wants to come over, then I'm coming!"
The Mud Man didn’t respond, and I kept my voice steady.
However, just a few steps later, Fat Ma was blocked by an Eerie Figure.
"Don't block me!" Fat Ma yelled as he forcefully tried to push through, only to be knocked down to the ground by the Eerie Figure. He fell hard, and I quickly helped him up.
I glared at the Eerie Figure and muttered, "Damn," feeling the urge to avenge Fat Ma. But what greeted me was the dark muzzle of a gun pressed directly against my forehead.
Fat Ma was still unaware of the danger behind him and shouted, "What are you doing? Old Sun doesn’t need to be polite with them!"
But when he finally saw that dark gun barrel, his tone softened immediately. "Let’s talk this out; we’re all brothers here. Just put the gun away."
Yet the Eerie Figure remained unmoved, showing no signs of changing its stance.
Seeing that soft words weren’t working, Fat Ma’s anger surged as he shouted at the Mud Man, "Damn it, Mud Man! Tell your people to put the gun down!"
The Mud Man didn’t turn around; it felt as if time had frozen.
"Put the gun down," he said in a tone filled with despair.
At that moment, the Eerie Figure finally lowered its weapon.
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Dammit, at least you still have a bit of humanity," Fat Ma said irritably.
The Mud Man didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the overturned coffin.
Fat Ma and I were blocked by a gun, standing ten steps away from the coffin, unable to approach.
I didn't understand why the Mud Man was keeping us outside, but I believed he had his reasons. Fat Ma was getting more agitated, cursing under his breath.
I urged Fat Ma to calm down; perhaps the Mud Man had his own troubles.
"What troubles could he possibly have?" Fat Ma continued to grumble.
Finally, the Mud Man spoke, his voice calm: "Old Sun, Fatty, please forgive me; this is a personal matter!" After saying that, his voice faded again.
Both Fat Ma and I were taken aback. However, Fat Ma's mind was quicker than mine as he asked, "What does this mean?"
I grabbed Fat Ma's hand, urging him to wait and see.
Eventually, Fat Ma took my advice. We stood ten steps away, quietly observing the actions of the Mud Man and his group.
Seeing that things were amiss, Zhang Tong hurried over to join us, and the three of us stood together.
The overturned coffin lay motionless on the ground.
The five Mud Men gathered again, but just a few steps in, suddenly the coffin was lifted and dropped back onto the ground with a loud bang, startling everyone like thunder.
I felt a sense of unease in my heart; I already sensed this was going to be a tough situation.
The five Mud Men had drawn out their hemp ropes and were preparing themselves. They whispered among themselves, gesturing with their hands.
This was the moment I saw the group of Eerie Figures at their most active, talking the most.
It seemed that the person buried within this coffin had a significant connection to the Mud Man and his companions.
I was filled with doubt.
Suddenly, a crucial question struck me: I still didn't know the Mud Man's full name, not even his surname. Therefore, I was completely unaware of his background, only knowing that he had a master whose true identity I had never seen.
I recalled my experiences working alongside the Mud Man. It seemed that, from beginning to end, he had never shown any interest in treasure.
So what was his purpose? Was it merely for this corpse? And it appeared to be quite a formidable opponent.
As I pondered this, a loud clatter from the coffin jolted me back to reality.
Before I could fully regain my composure, the coffin shook violently and then fell. In the next moment, it was completely overturned, and a chilling aura quickly spread through the air.
A figure stood before us, emanating an eerie coldness.
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