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The current situation in the Pit was certainly not on the verge of collapse. Although stones and debris continued to fall, there were no significant tremors or disturbances; it remained relatively stable.
Scattered on the ground were items left behind by those who had panicked.
At this moment, our emotions had calmed considerably as we observed the scene before us.
Fat Ma curiously asked, "What the hell is going on here?"
The Mud Man shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either. He then walked towards the Bronze Water Platform, calmly stating, "If you want to know the answer, we need to start from there."
Upon hearing this, I suddenly understood and quickly followed the Mud Man toward the Bronze Water Platform. Surrounding it was a swirling White Mist, and the sound of water splashing resembled coins dropping onto a clean porcelain floor—crisp and unobtrusive.
We passed through the thick White Mist and approached the Bronze Water Platform.
The Bronze Water Platform continued to tremble, shaking rhythmically without pause, with four Dragon's Mouths pouring out a relatively large volume of water. At this point, there were hardly any people left in the Pit; I thought that perhaps it was just the four of us now.
Since the situation here had not fully stabilized, we had no time to concern ourselves with others. We simply focused our attention on the Bronze Water Platform.
"Hey! Did you notice that the pool has changed?" Fat Ma exclaimed in surprise.
"Changed? How so?"
"Look! Isn't the water in the pool clearer now? It's not muddy anymore."
After Fat Ma pointed this out, we looked closely and indeed saw that the water had become clear. I held my flashlight over the pool and peered into it; the clean water evaporated thick White Mist that swirled around. The beam of light from my flashlight penetrated through the mist and water surface, revealing that this pool was quite deep—it seemed impossible to see the bottom.
Occasionally, falling debris splashed into the pool and vanished without a trace.
None of us dared to easily touch the Water Surface; after all, Fat Ma had already provided us with a cautionary lesson.
Old Ghost suddenly spoke up, "There must be some hidden secrets within this Bronze Water Platform."
"Did you really need to say that? I've noticed it long ago," Fat Master replied.
"You two should stop arguing for now and observe," Old Ghost suggested.
After that, they fell silent.
Only the sound of water and the trembling vibrations from the Bronze Water Platform remained, along with the noise of falling debris.
I stared intently at the Bronze Water Platform, but after a long while, I still couldn't discern anything significant. The Mud Man, with a serious expression, remained motionless, fixated on the Bronze Water Platform.
Fat Ma had already started smoking nearby, but he was uncomfortable with the cigarette in his mouth. Suddenly, he choked and cursed under his breath before extinguishing it. "Damn it, I can't even smoke without running into trouble."
Not long after Fat Ma spoke, the Mud Man emitted a sound as if he was about to speak. However, before he could say anything, a massive shadow suddenly loomed over us. Although we didn't turn around, we were all acutely aware of the ominous presence approaching from behind.
In an instant, we froze, not daring to make any sudden movements, but we instinctively reached for our daggers at our waists.
Old Ghost's face had turned pale; he was clearly unsettled by this abrupt situation.
The three of us—myself, the Mud Man, and Fat Ma—communicated silently with hand signals and were just about to take action when we noticed that the shadow had multiplied and was now standing tall in various heights.
I immediately realized that there must be many people standing behind us.
I hesitated no longer and turned to look back. In an instant, several flashlights lit up, and facing us were the dark muzzles of guns. I was immediately dumbfounded; the first thought that crossed my mind was that this time, things looked dire.
Fat Ma, seeing me turn around, didn’t freeze either. Gripping his dagger, he cursed loudly and turned around. However, upon seeing the scene before him, Fat Ma immediately wilted.
Old Ghost was even worse, his face filled with pessimism. Compared to him, the Mud Man seemed like he was from a different world altogether.
The beams of light shone on us, making it hard to open our eyes and obscuring our view of the situation ahead.
We shielded our eyes with our hands.
“Who are you people?” I shouted.
But no one answered; not a single sound broke the silence. I continued to ask, but still no response came. They stood before me like a group of silent ghosts who had been there for ages.
“Old Sun, this is your fault. How can you be so rude? Let me handle this!” Fat Ma stepped forward and raised his voice, saying in a 'soft tone,' “Gentlemen, which path do you walk? We might even be distant relatives if we trace our lineage back eight generations. Let’s not be so formal.” As he spoke, Fat Ma reached out for a handshake, but all he grasped was the dark muzzle of a gun. He immediately shrank back, laughing nervously as he retreated.
Muttering to himself that he was seeing ghosts.
So we stood there facing each other. We spoke but were unheard; they remained silent as well. We stood frozen for nearly a minute, my legs starting to ache, yet I dared not move for fear that any sudden motion would turn me into a sieve.
“What do you want?” Suddenly, the Mud Man broke the deadlock.
Fat Ma whispered back, “Don’t waste your breath; they’re just living dead.” He said this, but the next moment something astonishing happened—one of them spoke up, his voice sounding as if it had just emerged from an ice cellar: “This matter requires us.”
“But I don’t need you.”
“That is not for you to decide.”
Listening to the conversation between the clay figure and the others, I felt as if I were in a dream, hearing a 'ghost' speak with a human. My astonishment had reached an unimaginable level, and the clay figure became as hazy and mysterious as the white mist surrounding us.
Fat Ma was even more enthusiastic, directly placing his hand on the clay figure's shoulder, his face filled with admiration.
"Whose decision was that?"
"We cannot say."
The clay figure tightly shut its mouth and fell silent. The atmosphere grew quiet, with only the bright flashlight illuminating us.
It seemed that the clay figure's background was quite extraordinary. Observing the situation before me, I pondered silently. Their reticent nature resembled that of Fat Ma; now I finally understood why the clay figure spoke so little. Living among such a group must have made it difficult to express oneself.
About five minutes passed.
The clay figure spoke again, "Then let's each do our own thing."
"No way."
The brief response instantly extinguished the clay figure's temper.
Fat Ma suddenly chuckled and said, "It's better to let them follow us; they have weapons, which ensures our safety."
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