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"To be pursued by future generations," the Old Mountain Master said, trailing off.
Curious, I asked, "Do you know the name of this race?"
The Old Mountain Master pondered for a moment before replying, "Ghost Tribe." The words slipped from his lips like a thunderclap in my heart, and Fat Ma's eyes sparkled with intensity.
I struggled to suppress my shock and glanced at Fat Ma, fearing he might speak up. However, Fat Ma held his breath, remaining silent.
There was no need to worry about the clay figure. This matter couldn't be shared with others for now; speaking of it could invite trouble.
After saying this, the Old Mountain Master suddenly closed his eyes and stood still.
I thought he was contemplating something.
But when Xiao Nan called out to him as "Master," there was no response. Black Glasses sensed something was amiss and called out, "Grandfather."
"Is he dead?" Fat Ma asked in confusion.
Black Glasses checked the Old Mountain Master's breath and finally nodded heavily.
A weight settled in my heart as I performed a deep bow before the Old Mountain Master's body.
Black Glasses slowly laid the Old Mountain Master's body flat.
I had never heard of the Old Mountain Master's name, but for someone like Fat Ma, who often ventured into the earth, it was well-known. Years ago, the Old Mountain Master traversed the desert and explored tombs; he was capable of anything. His skills in locating dragon veins were unparalleled; if he claimed second place in the field, no one would dare claim first. But all that was now in the past. Death brings peace to the body, and many things cannot be taken with us when we leave this world.
Xiao Nan collapsed onto the Old Mountain Master's corpse, crying uncontrollably while Black Glasses remained silent.
The Clay Man stood beside the corpse of Old Mountain Master, casually offering a salute.
I calmly said to Black Glasses, "Let's give Old Mountain Master a proper burial."
Black Glasses shook his head stubbornly and replied, "I need to find that Ebony Coffin for Grandpa."
Xiao Nan wiped her tears and said to Black Glasses, "I'll go with you."
Black Glasses nodded, urging Xiao Nan to stop crying. She complied but still sobbed, "Master told me to follow you; I'll do whatever you say."
With a sigh, Black Glasses remained silent.
Watching them from the side made my heart ache a little, so I patted Xiao Nan on the shoulder.
The Clay Man asked Black Glasses, "What do you plan to do with the body?" In response, Black Glasses took action, tying Old Mountain Master's body onto himself. We felt it was best not to intervene.
Xiao Nan gently supported Old Mountain Master's back.
After a while, Black Glasses quietly said to me, "I might need to trouble you this time. If anything happens to me, please take care of Xiao Nan."
Since Old Mountain Master's death, Black Glasses had stopped wearing his black glasses.
I sighed inwardly and nodded heavily at Black Glasses, signaling my agreement to his request. Then I said, "Don't worry! You won't get into trouble."
I hope so, Black Glasses said with a long breath.
Fat Ma had already distanced himself from the matter of Old Mountain Master's death and impatiently asked me, "Old Sun, do you have a way to get over there?"
I replied, "If we follow the Old Mountain Master's approach, moving or destroying the celestial bodies above will change the layout here. Let's give it a try! There might be a chance."
"But doing so will ruin the spiritual energy here," the Mud Man reminded me.
I could see the logic in what the Mud Man said, and I found myself in a dilemma.
Fat Ma said, "Mud Man, don't be superstitious. The great teachings tell us not to fear any snakes, ghosts, or deities."
The Mud Man fell silent.
Fat Ma added, "Even if we cause destruction, we can always run away. We don't plan to stay here permanently anyway."
I couldn't help but laugh at Fat Ma's words.
Before we took action, I consulted Black Glasses for his opinion. He remained silent, which I understood as his tacit agreement. With that, I felt no reservations.
From our perspective, we could see the Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Azure Dragon in order.
Fat Ma and I approached the Black Tortoise, intending to try moving it. However, reality proved that this was nothing but a foolish dream; how could we possibly move a Stone Carved Beast weighing thousands of pounds?
Since we couldn't draw attention from below, we had no choice but to attract the attention of the stars above.
Just as we were about to take action, the Mud Man urgently called out to both Fat Ma and me. We turned to look at him simultaneously and saw his anxious expression.
I turned back to glance at Fat Ma, who was still asking the clay figure about something.
In the next moment, tentacles resembling Withered Vines ensnared both me and Fat Ma, pulling us into the air.
Fat Ma cursed, "Damn!" as we were lifted off the ground.
I steadied myself in midair, recalling that Fat Ma had previously been suspended in the air. If I seized the opportunity, I could escape too.
However, I hadn’t anticipated that the Withered Vines-like tentacles wouldn’t stop like they did last time when they captured Fat Ma; instead, they quickly constricted around us.
As we neared the dark, gaping hole, a chill ran down my spine. I thought to myself that this was it. The instinct to survive kicked in, and I struggled fiercely, but it was futile.
At that moment, I could feel what Fat Ma must have felt earlier—damn, it was incredibly uncomfortable, as if the Withered Vines were binding my very organs.
The sound of rushing wind filled my ears, confirming that those Withered Vines-like tentacles were retracting.
I glanced at Fat Ma; he was flailing desperately for a chance to escape. But with a final cry of "Ah," he was thrown into the black hole.
Next was my turn. I gripped the edge of the black hole tightly, only to be surprised when Fat Ma managed to grab hold of my ankle.
This black hole wasn’t shallow. Fat Ma's flashlight fell inside, faintly illuminating the scene within, but we had no time to look around.
Our situation was truly awkward. Logically speaking, due to Earth's gravity, we should be falling downwards; yet now it seemed we were about to plunge into a black hole above us.
I struggled desperately while Fat Ma below screamed in panic.
I opened my eyes and looked down; we were at least ten meters above the ground. I almost forgot to mention that I also had a fear of heights!
I vaguely heard the Mud Man shouting anxiously, "Hold on! I'm coming to save you!"
As I clung to the edge of the black hole, my last finger slipped away, and both Fat Ma and I fell into the abyss. However, we weren't falling directly.
Instead, we were being dragged down by tentacles resembling Withered Vines, in a relatively smooth manner.
We were tightly bound by the Withered Vines. If they hadn't held us, we would have undoubtedly fallen to our deaths.
I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure as I hung there, my head starting to spin from the blood rushing to it.
Fat Ma also seemed a bit dazed as he muttered, "What kind of place is this?"
My consciousness was hazy as I replied, "Who knows?"
"Are you okay?! Old Sun!" Fat Ma nearly shouted. The echo in the cramped space made my eardrums ring.
His shout jolted me awake a bit, and I realized we were still suspended in the black hole, not having landed on the 'ground of the black hole.'
I shook my head vigorously, trying to stay alert.
I steadied my center of gravity, preventing my body from swaying too much. At any moment, both Fat Ma and I could face utter doom.
There were two possible outcomes: either we would hit the ground headfirst and die on impact, or we would fall into the Mud Man's so-called "face" and become food for him. But either way, the result was the same—death.
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