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Fat Ma was also patiently waiting.
Hills pondered, which left me puzzled.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she said, "The person ahead is in danger!" With that, she hurriedly moved forward.
Her words immediately captured our attention, and we quickly followed in her footsteps.
Fat Ma limped over to my side, a serious expression on her face as she whispered to me, "Old Sun, you need to be careful. I suspect she's not Hilly Big Sister."
As Fat Ma spoke, I caught a glimpse of her silhouette through the dim light.
"Old Sun, are you even listening? This could very well be that girl Song Ran," Fat Ma raised her voice, startling me awake.
"Don't worry, Fatty."
"This place is far more complicated than it appears."
I looked at Fat Ma in surprise and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Fat Ma chuckled a few times.
At this moment, Zhang Tong was about a meter away from me.
The mud man and the two Eerie Figures were moving quickly, creating a distance of over a hundred meters between us.
Despite appearing heavily injured earlier, she was surprisingly fast. The darkness flowed around us, and the foul air lingered in the atmosphere.
After running for a while, she suddenly vanished from sight despite being clearly visible moments before.
"The person is gone," the mud man was the first to stop. It took us several minutes to catch up.
"Here..." I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
The abrupt pillars had vanished, leaving an open space, yet I felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if I had reached the end of this area.
However, when I looked ahead, I realized there was still distance to cover. I felt somewhat lost.
I glanced at the others; they seemed unaffected.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted, shaking the floor beneath us. I nearly lost my balance, and my flashlight slipped from my grip, crashing to the ground. The protective glass shattered, scattering light everywhere. Although it didn't shine far, it illuminated the short distance more clearly.
Before us lay a Bronze Coffin.
In that instant, every pore on my body seemed to open up, and every hair stood on end. Fat Ma's face was one of sheer horror.
Even the clay figure appeared startled.
Zhang Tong and the other two maintained relative composure but were still visibly shocked.
An intact Bronze Coffin would astonish anyone, no matter how you looked at it.
Time seemed to stretch on for ages.
Someone finally spoke: "It has come to us."
I glanced at Fat Ma; he uttered those words as if in a trance.
Staring at the Bronze Coffin before me, I too felt that intense sense of unreality.
This was something from over a decade ago. When I first descended into the earth, I encountered this very Bronze Coffin. What did it mean for me to face it again now?
No! Suddenly, a voice in my mind warned me; perhaps this coffin wasn't the same one from years ago!
I couldn't help but take a few steps closer to the coffin.
Just as I was about to approach, a figure suddenly stood in front of me, startling me so much that I took a few steps back.
“It’s you...”
There she was, disheveled and standing before me.
She didn’t speak but stared at the Bronze Coffin.
She was the ‘Hills’ who had mysteriously disappeared earlier.
“What’s wrong with this coffin...?”
“What’s wrong with this coffin?”
Her gaze had turned somewhat vacant, unlike the clear and penetrating look she had before.
“This coffin...”
At that moment, I began to examine the coffin seriously. Suddenly, it clicked; I could confirm that this was the same coffin from over a decade ago. A tidal wave of emotions surged within me.
I would never forget the patterns on its surface; this coffin required a sufficient amount of blood to open.
I was startled into a cold sweat, unable to suppress a shiver.
“Don’t touch it,” I quickly pushed her hand away.
But then I noticed something unexpected—her hand had been cut, a small gash from which blood dripped onto the Bronze Coffin. It vanished like a cow sinking into a muddy sea.
I watched in disbelief as her enchanting blood fell onto the coffin. I waited for something to happen, forgetting to react at all.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Suddenly...
"Not good!" I exclaimed, quickly shifting my position and pulling her back. But just a few steps later, the area returned to silence.
After standing still for a moment, she glanced at the hand I was holding.
Noticing her gaze, I awkwardly let go.
However, she paid no mind to it and continued toward the Bronze Coffin.
At that moment, the clay figures also drew closer.
We had seen the scene inside the Bronze Coffin before; its presence had left the three of us paralyzed with fear, reduced to merely fleeing for our lives.
Now encountering it again, perhaps this was what they called fate.
I wanted to see if there were any words inscribed on the Bronze Coffin. I remembered that it had once said "Three People at a Funeral," but later it became a solitary burial, a fact I was all too clear about.
When it transformed into a solitary burial, I was genuinely terrified.
I circled around the coffin as if facing an enemy, trying to find those words.
After nearly completing a full circle, I stopped at the front of the Bronze Coffin. Suddenly, one word caught my eye, and upon seeing it, I felt an overwhelming chill.
The word 'death.'
It starkly shattered any remaining hope I had; just that single word—nothing more.
I stood frozen in place, my face as pale as death itself, beads of sweat forming on my brow, my limbs feeling paralyzed.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Tong asked, sensing my distress.
"Maybe we should leave."
My words interrupted the thoughts of many.
The clay figurine's expression was not pleasant either, for his master had once said that encountering such a coffin meant certain death.
Yet last time, when we wrote about "Three People at a Funeral," we all emerged unscathed.
Now, it was simply the word "death."
The "Eerie Figures" he spoke of should be the master he had always mentioned.
Though his master was dead, he now seemed to be right beside him, and that statement carried even more weight!
The clay figurine seemed to struggle a bit.
"Are we leaving?" she suddenly picked up on my words.
"Yes," I nodded heavily in response.
Fat Ma had already packed up and was ready to flee. I called out to Zhang Tong, who was also preparing to retreat.
At the end, I glanced at her; perhaps 'she' was not really 'her.'
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