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墨書 Inktalez
All our gazes were fixed on the ghostly face, but soon someone pulled their eyes away. It was unsettling, deeply unsettling.
"Let's go, stop staring," I urged from the back.
Fat Ma took off ahead, and the team quickly followed. I couldn't help but glance back, and suddenly, I felt a violent jolt in my brain, as if something had struck me. In a daze, I saw that ghostly face grinning wickedly.
"What’s wrong?" Mud Man asked.
I shook my head. "Nothing."
Just then, Fat Ma, who was at the front, let out a blood-curdling scream, followed by another scream from the person behind him. "Get out of the way!" I shouted.
But due to the narrowness of the tomb passage, they couldn't possibly clear a path for me in time. By the time they pressed against the walls, Fat Ma and the other person had already vanished.
Looking down at the dark hole beneath me, I instinctively blurted out, "Quick, lower the rope!"
No one responded. When the rope finally appeared in my hands, I didn't hesitate to jump into the opening. However, I miscalculated; this dark hole was not a straight drop at all. Instead, it twisted and turned like a slide in a children's park.
With one hand gripping the rope and the other holding my flashlight, I struggled to keep my body steady while urging them to lower more rope. "Not enough, lower it more."
As more rope was fed down, I felt like I was nearing the bottom of the hole.
I shouted loudly, "Fatty, where are you?" My voice echoed through the circular tunnel, but there was no response.
Just as I finished speaking, a strange wind blew in. Suddenly, a series of rapid panting sounds filled my mind—"huff, huff," echoing ominously.
"Who is it?"
The panting continued.
"Is that you, Fatty?"
There was no response, only the heavy breathing. Above me, no one followed my command to lower the rope further. I glanced around, but everything above and below was empty.
Never mind. I tugged on the rope, and it quickly extended again as I continued to slide into the opening. A peculiar gust of wind blew at just the right moment, sending a chill through my scalp and nearly lifting my feet off the ground. I managed to stop myself just in time, cold sweat forming in my palms.
However, the person holding the rope seemed unaware; they kept letting it down. I found myself wedged in the smooth opening, feeling my body unable to hold on any longer. Finally, one of my feet slipped, and I fell downward.
Fortunately, they caught the rope in time, but I was still suspended in mid-air. The flashlight slipped from my grasp due to the impact and landed on the ground, its beam illuminating a pile of eerie white bones.
I gasped sharply, my mind going blank as I forced myself to calm down. The drop was about three meters. But instead of descending immediately, I called out for Fatty first.
The heavy panting echoed in my ears again.
"It hurts like hell," Fatty's voice suddenly came through. My heart leaped with joy; I immediately relaxed my grip on the rope and jumped down. First, I picked up the flashlight and surveyed my surroundings.
A sudden sight of a coffin caught my eye. Completely unprepared for it, I felt a mix of fear and acceptance wash over me.
Apart from a pile of white bones on the ground, there was nothing else here. Oh, wait, the ground seemed to be covered with some mounds of dirt. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"Damn it, I've really hit rock bottom."
"Is that you, Fatty?"
"I'm done playing. You're not dead yet, are you?"
"I'm fine," I replied.
"How did you break your hand?"
I responded, "My hand is fine!" Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine; it seemed he wasn't talking to me at all, and there was no trace of Fatty anywhere.
I was sure that Fatty and I had come down the same path. No, I hadn't actually seen Fatty fall into this hole; that was my oversight.
"Come on, let me see how your hand got broken."
I leaned in to listen and shouted, "Fatty, where are you?" After I spoke, I waited for a while, but no sound came back. So I gave up. It was really damn strange; I could hear sounds but saw no one.
I snapped back to reality and my gaze fell on the coffin again, which oddly made me feel calmer. I decided to ignore Fatty for now.
This was a sealed tomb chamber. The walls looked ancient and decayed, a stark contrast to the first tomb chamber.
A coffin, a pile of bones, and a small mound of earth on the ground outlined the shape of this tomb. Looking at the rope hanging down behind me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm.
I walked toward the coffin. At a glance, it was already somewhat decayed; this should be an ordinary coffin, not made from any special wood.
Black paint completely covered the coffin, peeling away to reveal a layer of wood. The coffin lid and the coffin itself were slightly separated, and I took each step cautiously.
Open it! I urged myself internally. At that moment, there were no living creatures around; this was also my first time doing something like this alone. I first examined the black coffin, locating the largest gap between the coffin and its lid, then attempted to lift it directly. However, I overlooked one issue: the weight of the coffin lid and the nails still holding it in place.
After wasting my effort with no progress, I decided to remove the nails first before trying again.
Time passed as I worked on the nails, and just when I was about to handle the last one, suddenly the coffin lid trembled as if it were about to flip open.
I was startled and momentarily at a loss. At that moment, a hand landed on my shoulder, making me feel as if my soul was about to leave my body and soar into the sky.
I quickly reacted and turned to look; a clay figure stood steadily behind me.
"Are you okay?"
I let out a long breath. "Did you want to scare me to death?"
The clay figure looked innocent. I decided not to dwell on it any longer.
"Are they alright?"
The Clay Man nodded.
"This coffin has a problem; it’s probably a Zombie," I voiced my concerns.
The Clay Man's eyes contracted as he looked at the coffin, his pupils seeming to scatter light. In his gaze, the coffin trembled again. It seemed that a Zombie was indeed inevitable.
It was too late to approach now.
"Is everyone here?" the Clay Man asked.
"Yes," I replied. I gripped the knife tightly in my hand. The Clay Man's expression was serious, and our eyes remained fixed on the coffin.
It trembled once more but quickly fell silent again.
After some time, there was no further movement.
Could it be that nothing was wrong?
The Clay Man did not respond but continued to stare at the coffin.
The black coffin now resembled a sealed jar in a tomb, steady and unmoving.
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