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Fat Ma glared angrily at the snake, which raised its body to stare back at him. Fat Ma was so furious he felt like his lungs might explode. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed the snake happily flicking its tongue, and he swallowed the words that had risen to his throat.
"I don't believe I can't deal with you," Fat Ma muttered through clenched teeth. He took a step forward, and to his surprise, the Golden White Snake slithered toward him as well, causing Fat Ma's bravado to wane slightly.
At that moment, I pulled on Fat Ma's arm, urging him not to act impulsively. He found a way out and began to back down.
If there were any wild animal capable of causing death, it would undoubtedly be a snake. Although the snake that the Mud Man had dealt with earlier hadn’t been lethal for Fat Ma—perhaps due to proper handling or the snake's relatively low toxicity—this one seemed different.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this snake; it could even mimic human speech. Such a strange creature surely couldn't be benign.
The Mud Man teased Fat Ma, saying, " Fat Ma, it wouldn’t be that it has taken a liking to you, would it?"
Fat Ma’s previously deflated ego inflated once more as he retorted, "Mud Man, if you like me so much, I’ll let you have it."
“Mud Man, if you like me so much, I’ll let you have it,” the Golden White Snake mimicked Fat Ma’s words perfectly.
The Mud Man fell silent and waved his hands in surrender. Fat Ma puffed out his chest, reclaiming some dignity from the Mud Man. However, the snake continued to fixate on Fat Ma’s movements, making him shiver inexplicably.
“I’ll take care of it,” a voice came from behind Hills. Without waiting for Hills to respond, the person stepped around him and squeezed between me and the Mud Man.
He made no pause and approached the Golden White Snake with bare hands.
Before we could fully comprehend what was happening, he reached out, and the Golden White Snake immediately reacted by coiling around his wrist. Its head lunged toward him as if ready to strike. Watching this unfold, Fat Ma couldn’t help but wipe away a cold sweat.
I also gasped in shock.
It was just a centimeter away, and the Golden White Snake was about to succeed. He tilted his head back and reached out with his other hand, gripping the Golden White Snake's jaw. The snake flicked its tongue and emitted a sound like fabric tearing, which slowly transformed into a whimper, clearly in great pain.
He showed no intention of holding back. With a sudden force, he tightened his grip on the Golden White Snake, causing a spray of blood to burst forth. He quickly dodged, but at that moment, a black object shot out and landed directly on his face, quickly burrowing into his skin.
He swiftly grabbed the black object, letting out a muffled groan of pain. After pulling it out, he found a small hole in his face, blood oozing out continuously. He ignored it and stomped the object into the ground, his movements decisive and fluid.
"Just like that, Old Sun is dead? Not as terrifying as you said!" the Fat Ma remarked smugly.
Hearing Fat Ma's words made me question myself; perhaps I had overthought it. But just a second later, he suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, convulsing while frothing at the mouth.
This is bad, I thought urgently. I rushed forward; there was already foam everywhere, and his pupils were dilated, life slipping away. The convulsions began to slow down, and I was at a loss for how to handle it since his wound was on his face.
Suddenly, a needle pierced into his vein. "Quickly help him release the poisoned blood," Hills said calmly.
"How do I do that?" I asked in confusion.
"Suck it out with your mouth," Hills instructed.
At those words, my mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly snapped back to reality—lives were at stake; I couldn't worry about the details anymore. I leaned in to help him suck out the poisoned blood, but it didn’t stop anything; his pupils began to fade as if he were losing all vitality.
I tried rinsing the wound with water, but it was futile. Soon he stopped convulsing and lay motionless on the ground.
I checked for his breath; my face turned cold—he was dead. A heavy weight settled in my heart.
I shook my head at Hills, who then pulled out a syringe. He held his hand over Zhang Kun's vein, and after a few minutes, Hills stood up and instructed someone behind him, "White Zhi, take good care of him."
White Zhi's expression softened as he asked, "Is Zhang Kun okay?"
Hills remained silent for a moment before responding with two words: "Not dead." White Zhi's face froze, but he didn't say anything further. I understood what "not dead" meant; it likely meant that Zhang Kun would be a useless person for the rest of his life. I sighed softly.
Fat Ma took a deep breath, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.
For someone like Fat Ma, being turned into a useless person would be worse than death itself.
Suddenly, Zhang Kun, who was lying on the ground, began to move. In an instant, all our gazes were drawn to him.
After a second, we saw Zhang Kun's stomach rapidly swell and expand at a visible rate, like a balloon inflating until his clothes tore apart.
I was astonished and couldn't help but warn them to be careful. White Zhi was already covered in cold sweat. I motioned for Xiao Nan, who was standing next to me, to step back.
Suddenly, a black object emerged from Zhang Kun's navel, resembling a caterpillar but covered in a sticky substance.
I hadn't seen it clearly during the previous two times.
Just as the first black sticky worm crawled out, Zhang Kun's stomach exploded like a hydrogen balloon.
I was startled and quickly retreated. The others moved just as fast.
His stomach burst open, and a mass of black, sticky creatures began wriggling out, all crawling toward the outside.
"Damn, their reproductive rate is a bit too strong!" Fat Ma exclaimed.
The clay figure had already started moving, procuring some liquor from Xiao Nan and spraying it onto the writhing black entities.
To our astonishment, the group of black objects began to squirm and absorb the scent of the liquor, emitting a childlike, high-pitched laughter. However, to my ears, it was nothing short of eerie and terrifying; this was truly bizarre.
"Those damn things, it looks like today won't end well," Fat Ma said grimly.
What we didn't expect was that Fat Ma's words were mimicked in return, and by a whole swarm at that, though their voices lacked the maturity of the previous Golden White Snake.
Fat Ma's face turned pale with fright as he swallowed hard, his round eyes darting around in fear, no longer daring to speak.
The clay figure paused with the liquor bottle in hand. There wasn't much left; it couldn't be wasted.
Hills also wore a serious expression.
Meanwhile, Aran was nonchalantly crouched on the ground preparing explosives. White Zhi and another person were fixated on the black entities on the ground.
I could clearly see them reproducing right before my eyes—one became two, two became four—at an astonishing speed.
I felt a chill run down my spine. The military texts say that knowing oneself and one’s enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles, yet these ghastly creatures seemed endless. The key issue was that they not only outnumbered us but were also deadly. It was indeed quite troublesome. The only consolation was that they didn't seem very fast.
"Let's get out of here!" I suggested as I glanced toward the entrance.
The clay figure and Fat Ma nodded in agreement, and Xiao Nan naturally had no objections either.
But Hills paid no attention to me. So I reminded him again, "It's not too late to leave now before they spread to the exit."
"I can't leave until my mission is complete," Hills rejected my suggestion.
At that moment, the Mud Man coldly reminded me, "If you don't leave soon, there won't be any time left." I fell silent for a moment. "There's no chance left," Fat Ma said in a sarcastic tone. Although his voice hadn't changed, I could no longer muster a smile. I looked up toward the exit, and the black insects had already spread to that point.
Fat Ma's words were quickly echoed around us, the voice rising and falling, "No chance left... no chance." Listening to that sound gave me a feeling of being surrounded by enemies.
"I've been indecisive," I complained to myself.
"It's too late to say anything now; we should retreat," the Mud Man spoke up.
"Brother Sun," Xiao Nan called out to me with a hint of fear in her voice.
"It's fine, let's retreat!" I said softly to Xiao Nan.
We began to back away toward the front of the Golden House, where there was a wooden bed against the wall. We needed to come up with a plan; otherwise, we would all die.
I pondered for a moment and suddenly thought that they seemed afraid of fire. But this Golden House had no flammable objects at all. I racked my brain in deep thought.
After a while, I asked, "How much alcohol do we have left?"
"Brother Sun, I've given all the alcohol to the Mud Man," Xiao Nan replied.
"There's not much alcohol left," the Mud Man added.
At that moment, Aran had finished preparing the explosives, but they wouldn't be of much use now; in fact, they might inadvertently cause a surge of those black, sticky insects.
The swarm was growing larger and began to move toward us. Zhang Kun's body had already turned into a puddle of muck, emitting a foul stench.
Fat Ma was genuinely afraid to speak at that moment, worried they might imitate him.
We were being forced closer and closer to the bed. The situation was extremely dire.
White Zhi took down the Crossbow from his back. A rope was shot out and quickly wrapped around the beam of the Golden House. He tugged on it with all his might and then signaled Hills to climb up and take cover.
Hills didn't hesitate and began to climb up the rope.
There was no time left; the group of black entities continued to repeat their phrase, growing larger by the second.
The Mud Man said, " Fat Ma, can you make them say something else?" Upon hearing this, Fat Ma felt a moment of breathlessness. However, that phrase was truly grating on his ears, and eventually, he couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Fat Uncle."
Quickly, Fat Ma's words were mimicked.
Fat Ma couldn't help but feel a bit proud. But soon enough, despair set in again. "Fat Uncle has no chance left... no chance," they even managed to read it together.
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