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The burning fire was about to go out.
Fat Ma picked up a few more pieces of the Coffin Board and tossed them into the fire, causing the flames to flicker back to life. The three of us sat on the ground, trying to calm our nerves.
Both the Mud Man and Fat Ma had sustained some injuries, but I was relatively unscathed.
Fat Ma pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to me and one to the Mud Man. He exhaled a puff of smoke and cursed, "Damn, I almost bit the dust here."
The Mud Man silently smoked his cigarette, while I lit mine as well.
After finishing his cigarette, Fat Ma tossed the butt onto the ground and walked around me and the Mud Man, saying, "I need to see if that Corpse Evil has any treasures left on it."
I and the Mud Man were momentarily speechless; Fat Ma's ability to find humor in hardship was truly admirable.
After a while, Fat Ma returned with a spring in his step, holding an object that resembled a Fish Mouth. He laughed joyfully, "I told you there must be treasures left."
"What is that?" I asked, pointing at the object in Fat Ma's hand. He shook his head dismissively and replied, "Who cares what it is, as long as it's valuable."
I took the Fish Mouth from him. In the fiery glow, it reflected light beautifully. The Fish Mouth was made of bronze, with exquisitely carved scales that felt smooth as a mirror. Despite having endured so many years, it seemed completely undamaged.
Seeing me examine it closely, Fat Ma asked, "Old Sun, do you see anything special about it?"
I shook my head. At that moment, the Mud Man stood up and said, "Let me take a look." I handed him the Bronze Fish Mouth. He scrutinized it in the firelight for several minutes before also shaking his head.
As I took it back from the Mud Man, suddenly my hand was pricked by the Bronze Fish Mouth. A small cut opened on my skin, and blood seeped onto the surface of the Fish Mouth. I prepared to wipe it clean before returning it to Fat Ma.
But an incredible scene unfolded before me; the Bronze Fish Mouth actually absorbed my blood. I thought I was seeing things, so I smeared more of my still-flowing blood onto the Bronze Fish Mouth. To my astonishment, it was drained clean again. I hurriedly shared this strange phenomenon with them.
They were equally incredulous and somewhat skeptical until I demonstrated it once more for them. Only then did they believe me, their faces reflecting a mix of surprise and disbelief.
The Mud Man spoke to me with an unsteady tone, "This is no ordinary object. Do not let it taste blood again; it could lead to trouble."
The Mud Man made a valid point, and I quickly wiped the blood from my hands.
After returning the Bronze Fish Mouth to Fat Ma, he exclaimed in confusion, "Look, doesn’t the Bronze Fish Mouth seem a bit brighter than before?"
I leaned closer to examine it and noticed that it did appear somewhat brighter. The Mud Man nodded in agreement.
"It might be due to your blood earlier," he speculated, which was indeed the only explanation that made sense.
As I gazed at the Bronze Fish Mouth, an unsettling feeling washed over me, and I felt slightly dizzy. I asked Fat Ma to keep it safe. He nodded and found a cloth to wrap it up before placing it in his pocket. Gradually, the uneasy sensation began to dissipate.
Behind us lay six unopened coffins. I thought about how we couldn’t open any more of them; doing so would be beyond our capability.
These were indeed Cursed Coffins, and not just any Cursed Coffins. The exquisite ring discovered by Fat Ma and the Bronze Fish Mouth suggested that the identities of these individuals were likely significant; they were not merely servants buried as accompaniments.
After I finished speaking, both of them nodded in agreement.
Previously, we had noticed large characters inscribed at both ends of these ten coffins that read "Ghost Tribe." This likely had a substantial connection to the Ghost Clan, further piquing my interest in this mysterious ethnic group.
We took a moment to rest, and just as the Mud Man was about to speak, a sudden violent noise interrupted him. We all turned to look back.
The remaining six coffins were shaking violently, and we all jumped up in shock.
"What is happening?" Fat Ma asked, horrified.
I suddenly recalled the two words I had mentioned earlier: "Awaken the corpses." Could it be that the bodies inside these coffins had all been awakened?
We exchanged glances, unsure of what to say next.
We should run. Although we wanted to escape, we were also reluctant to leave this Tomb; it felt like a silent consensus among the three of us.
The Mud Man led the way as we passed through the tomb chamber and entered a Passageway.
Our steps quickened as we hurried through the Passageway and arrived at another tomb chamber. However, strangely enough, wind was blowing into this chamber, bringing a chill with it. I turned on my flashlight; the chamber seemed quite large, but how could there be such a strong wind?
When I looked up, I realized that this chamber appeared to have no ceiling at all; it resembled a large well, and we were currently at the bottom.
A cold breeze rushed in from above, causing me to tighten my clothes instinctively. Fat Ma began to wander around while I followed him with my light, and the Mud Man also started to inspect the surroundings.
In this unusual tomb chamber, plants were actually growing on the walls, densely covering them and extending upward. Among these plants, I could easily recognize moss, and there were even mushrooms. However, these mushrooms looked strange and were unlike any ordinary mushrooms I had seen in the mountains.
As for the others, I couldn't identify them.
The environment here was damp and cold, a stark contrast to the previous tomb we had been in, like two different worlds.
"It feels like there's nothing here," I said.
Fat Ma seemed to be getting impatient as well, echoing my sentiment, "Let's move on. We shouldn't waste time here; those Zongzi will catch up with us soon."
Meanwhile, the Mud Man was still examining the surroundings closely.
He used a dagger to peel away the layers of moss stuck to the wall, revealing murals underneath. As he worked faster, one mural after another began to emerge.
Fat Ma and I quickly joined in the effort. Within a few minutes, part of the murals had been uncovered, but our progress came to a halt afterward.
Once we finished clearing, the three of us studied the murals carefully. Fat Ma was only half-interested in these ghostly things; after a brief look, he wandered off.
The murals seemed to depict a war, one scene after another, each accompanied by text.
I recognized the writing; it was Ghostly Script. The text on the first mural read: "Blessing of the Gods on Our Clan," indicating that they had won this battle.
Subsequent texts chronicled the events of this war, but sadly, they lost.
From what was recorded in these texts, I gathered that the Ghost Clan were born warriors—brave, ruthless, and combative by nature. The accounts did not specify who they fought against; the only distinguishing feature among them was their different attire. Additionally, the faces carved into the walls appeared somewhat varied as well.
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