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Zongzi's eyes were tightly shut, as if nothing had happened before. Despite this, everyone remained on high alert, holding their breath in anticipation. Everything that had just occurred seemed to have been completely erased.
Could it be that Zongzi never had a Zombie? This question echoed in many minds, but only a few at the front truly understood the situation. They were clear-headed, and a cold sweat trickled down their palms. The foul odor lingered, but more overwhelming was the oppressive and eerie atmosphere that filled the air.
This Zongzi was truly sinister! This was the shared thought of the mud man, Fish Head Elder, and Old Wang.
Meanwhile, Fat Ma's condition was deteriorating rapidly; his complexion had turned a deep purple, likely due to a lack of oxygen.
I stood up and moved forward again, gripping my injured hand around the dagger, which still throbbed with pain. As I approached closer, I said in a low voice, "There's no time left; we need to take action."
The mud man did not respond but nodded directly. In the dim light of the flashlight illuminating the black tomb passage, his expression grew increasingly resolute.
Fish Head Elder was about to speak when I interjected, "Fish Head Elder, let me handle this!"
The words Fish Head Elder had prepared were swallowed back as he nodded in agreement.
Fish Head Elder and Old Wang stepped back.
"Be careful of its toxins," Fish Head Elder warned from behind me.
"I will," I replied.
Black Zongzi lay horizontally in the tomb passage, its shriveled body appearing exceptionally eerie, especially its expression.
This time, I was not as reckless as before; instead, I slowly crouched down alongside the Mud Man. After experiencing a few setbacks, I had become much calmer. Before taking action, the Mud Man had sternly informed me that this Zongzi was quite unusual, seemingly exhibiting human-like behavior.
The Mud Man's words were somewhat veiled, but I understood the deeper implication: this Zongzi was far more dangerous than we could imagine.
I did not respond to the Mud Man; we fell into silence for a few seconds.
"Let's do it."
"Okay."
I drew my dagger and aimed for the Zongzi's chest, just about to strike when the Mud Man interrupted me. "Let me handle this!"
Before I could react, the Mud Man had already swung his knife down. This time, his action was very decisive; he pulled the blade out before the Zongzi's toxins could corrode it, leaving a black gash on its body.
After the Mud Man finished his move, we both stepped back a bit. To our surprise, the Zongzi showed no reaction at all—not even a sign of life or any indication of being a Zombie.
We were astonished but dared not approach.
The Mud Man's strike did not result in an immediate gush of blood. The Zongzi remained as still as a corpse, showing no signs of life whatsoever.
"Is he dead?" A question echoed in my mind.
Both the Clay Man and I held our breath, exchanging glances. There was an unspoken understanding between us; neither of us dared to speak. However, the silence did not last long. After a minute of waiting, Zongzi still showed no signs of life. The Clay Man and I cautiously approached again, knives in hand.
The people around us were equally silent, afraid to disturb us, yet they were secretly astonished.
Chen Yutou and Old Wang kept their eyes fixed on us, watching intently.
During our second attempt, the Clay Man and I moved swiftly once more. Our two daggers gleamed as they plunged toward Zongzi. Just when we thought we had succeeded, an astonishing scene unfolded before us: Zongzi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and it seemed as if he was blinking. He looked just like a living person.
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