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Stepping out of the tomb passage, the scene before us was breathtaking.
The lights quickly illuminated the area, revealing a large searchlight that brought the entire tomb chamber into view.
It could only be described as a paradise.
It was a garden-like place, complete with mountains and water. Even more astonishing was the presence of potted plants, thriving and lush.
There was no unpleasant odor that typically accompanies the passage of time; instead, a faint, pleasant fragrance lingered in the air.
Fat Ma and the clay figure had already wandered around inside. Upon seeing us arrive, Fat Ma approached, and before he could speak, the gentleman asked, "What have you discovered?"
Fat Ma shook his head and replied, "Damn, this place doesn’t resemble a tomb at all." From Fat Ma's somewhat indignant tone, I guessed he hadn’t found any treasures here.
The gentleman didn’t respond but instead instructed the crowd to disperse and began searching around.
Even now, he hadn’t revealed what he was looking for.
After they spread out, Fat Ma’s round eyes sparkled with excitement as he whispered to me, "Old Sun, be careful; there’s something eerie about this place!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Fat Ma said, "Come with me."
He led me to where the clay figure was squatting in a corner, fiddling with something.
As I approached, I noticed a dark iron box embedded in that corner. The clay figure furrowed its brow tightly as if trying to unlock it. Beads of sweat formed on its forehead.
I crouched down as well, muttering the strange words that the clay figure had spoken.
Fat Ma stood behind us, and the three of us had tightly surrounded this corner.
I focused on the movements of the clay figure's hands, feeling completely at a loss.
"Let me give it a try," I said.
With no other choice, the clay figure stepped back. As my hand touched the Dark Iron Box, the words "strange" slipped out of my mouth.
How odd! I was somewhat surprised.
I couldn't make sense of it; as soon as I touched it, it felt instinctive to say "strange." I fumbled around for a while but eventually shook my head, finding no way forward.
Seeing that both the clay figure and I were at a standstill, Fat Ma suggested, "Why don't we just shoot it to pieces?" He raised his gun.
I quickly pressed down the barrel of his gun and said to Fat Ma, "Hold on a second."
At that moment, Xiao Hui walked over. The three of us froze; after all, we were working for someone else. Discovering treasure and not telling them made us feel a bit guilty.
Xiao Hui spoke up, "Let me handle this." Before we could react, she crouched down and began to operate on the box. When her hand made contact with it, I clearly noticed her body stiffen for just a second before she continued to explore.
We three watched intently. When we heard a 'click,' Fat Ma had already aimed his gun at the corner.
I felt a bit nervous too; my palms were slightly sweaty.
To be honest, I had no idea what was inside. However, when you personally touched this Dark Iron Box, that sudden jolt that pierced your heart felt like your mind had been struck heavily.
The Dark Iron Box wasn't large; it was about the size of four mooncake boxes stacked together but deeper than that.
It was about to begin, and a sense of foreboding surged within me. I couldn't help but remind Xiao Hui, "Be careful."
Xiao Hui nodded behind me.
I motioned for the clay figures and Fat Ma to spread out a bit, clearing a path for Xiao Hui to have an escape route.
After about two minutes, there was another loud 'bang.'
The lock had opened, and Xiao Hui let out a sigh of relief.
The box remained closed, but Xiao Hui's hand pressed down on it. Slowly, it seemed she could no longer hold it down. Her hand bounced back as if struck by an unseen force.
I couldn't help but shout for Xiao Hui to retreat, but she didn't respond immediately. I pulled the gun's bolt back; someone had taught me how to do this before.
Nervously, I aimed at the iron box. Fat Ma's reaction was even more intense; his finger was already on the trigger, and the clay figures remained tense.
Yet Xiao Hui still didn't move back. Suddenly, she said, "Alert the others to stay safe."
Fat Ma shouted loudly, instantly capturing everyone's attention; they all heightened their vigilance.
Suddenly, Xiao Hui loosened her grip and used the box's rebound to retreat two or three meters.
Fat Ma immediately aimed at the Black Box and fired. The gunshot drew everyone's focus; bullets collided with the iron box, sparking flames. However, the iron box remained intact. It was known that Fat Ma wielded an M10 Submachine Gun from 1964, which came in military and civilian types; his was the military version, renowned for its power. Yet it failed to damage the black iron box.
Everyone gasped in shock, realizing what kind of gun Fat Ma was using. Could it be forged from high-grade steel?
The lock on the box had been undone, and the previous force emanating from within had vanished.
Had Fat Ma killed whatever was inside?
But just as Fat Ma pulled the trigger, I saw a hand stretch out from the box. However, it quickly retracted.
"It should be fine now!" someone spoke up, stepping forward. At that critical moment, something burst out of the iron box with incredible speed.
In an instant, the person who had taken a step forward let out a terrible scream and began to roll on the ground in agony, clutching their face.
I saw a humanoid creature attached to their face, covered in long fur, with a viscous liquid dripping from its body.
The person pinned to the ground cried out in pain, "Help me! Help me!"
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. By the time they reacted and wanted to shoot, I shouted for them not to fire; if they did, it would be over for him.
These were all people who had survived life-and-death trials. If there was a chance to save him, they wouldn't want to shoot.
As soon as I finished speaking, I drew my dagger from my waist and rushed forward. Fat Ma hadn’t reacted yet and shouted, "Old Sun, what are you doing?"
I didn’t have time to explain; lives were at stake. Fat Ma couldn’t let me take risks either and followed closely behind.
Just as I was about to stab with the dagger, unexpectedly, that white humanoid mass jumped away on its own, and then gunfire erupted chaotically.
At that moment, I couldn’t worry about anything else and hurried to check on the injured person.
As I got closer, I felt a reaction in my stomach; their face was a bloody mess—half of it had been eaten away.
It was truly horrifying. They were still writhing on the ground.
I crouched down and pressed my hands on their shoulders, saying, "Calm down; it's going to be okay."
But I never expected him to punch me. I stumbled back a few steps from the impact. His strength was considerable, but sometimes when a person is attacked by a creature of a different kind, they tend to panic.
"He's not in his right mind," the Mud Man said as he supported me.
"Watch me take care of him," Fat Ma declared, striding forward and pinning the man to the ground. However, he seemed to have gone mad, struggling with all his might.
With no other option, Fat Ma had to knock him unconscious with a punch.
Just as things settled down here, someone began to scream in agony. "Damn it," Fat Ma cursed, then shouted, "Someone come help bandage his wounds!"
He moved forward again.
By the time I ran over, Shovel was already handling the situation and shouted, "Everyone stay calm!" As Shovel's voice rang out, the others seemed to take a calming breath, their expressions stabilizing.
The man on the ground continued to thrash about. When that white humanoid figure jumped away again, like the first person, he too had half his face eaten away.
Its speed was too fast; we couldn't catch sight of it at all. Fortunately, the lighting here was adequate.
We could still keep an eye on our surroundings.
Shovel held a handgun in his hand, his gaze sharp as he scanned the area, silent and composed like a leopard stalking its prey.
After waiting for a moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Over there!"
Shovel left behind a warning: "Don't shoot wildly!" and stepped forward decisively. His reaction speed was impressive; he racked the slide and fired in one smooth motion without any hesitation. His movements were incredibly practiced as he changed direction and locked onto his target.
We heard the sound of shell casings hitting the ground continuously, followed by a sharp, piercing cry that sounded like someone in pain but wasn't entirely clear.
When we saw that the White-Haired Humanoid Creature fell to the ground, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
Shovel stepped forward to take a look, and to his surprise, it retaliated, pretending to be dead. Just as Shovel was about to fire, he realized his handgun was out of bullets.
Seizing the moment of hesitation, the White-Haired Humanoid Creature lunged at his face. He quickly drew his military knife and stabbed the White-Haired Humanoid Creature several times.
At that moment, two people from the team rushed over and pried the white humanoid creature off him. They then fired a few more shots into it. After struggling for a moment, it fell silent.
However, having learned from past experiences, no one dared to move. Shovel got up and wiped the blood and slime off his face with his clothes.
Seeing that everyone was hesitant, Fat Ma fired a few more shots and then boldly stepped forward.
I urged him to be careful.
Fat Ma turned the creature over with his knife and noticed its features seemed to deflate like a balloon before returning to normal. Startled, Fat Ma nearly fired again. After taking a breath, he said, "It's definitely dead."
As soon as he spoke, there was a commotion.
Shovel added, "Everyone stay alert."
The mud man and I moved closer to take a look. Only then did we see its true appearance: its facial features resembled those of an underdeveloped monkey, with thin, elongated limbs covered in white Fur. The slime on its body emitted a foul odor.
It stood about forty to fifty centimeters tall and still had a piece of human flesh lodged in its mouth.
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