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“ Fat Ma, don’t speak carelessly,” the Mud Man said in a stern tone to Fat Ma.
At that moment, Fat Ma chose not to retort.
The Mud Man glared at the row of people standing before him, his gaze sharp and penetrating, as if he could see right through them.
Finally, he declared, “All actions must follow my orders; otherwise, you can forget about following me.”
“No problem,” a voice cold as a ghost echoed in the air.
The Bronze Water Platform continued to tremble, with stones falling around. Aside from the sudden presence of this group of people, nothing else had changed. Once they had taken their positions, they hadn’t moved an inch. Their flashlights and gun barrels were still aimed at us.
After the Mud Man spoke, they finally shifted their gun barrels away, and most of the flashlights were turned off.
Our attention returned to the Bronze Water Platform, where the flowing water and mist remained the focus. Minutes passed by again; the Bronze Water Platform ceased its trembling, and no more stones fell. Everything seemed to return to a momentary calm.
The sound of water flowed gently like a beautiful melody passing through our ears. The sound fluctuated between distant and near before suddenly transforming into a crashing noise. Then, as if shattering like eggshells, the Bronze Water Platform began to shake.
We were stunned and quickly stepped back a few paces.
Suddenly, all four outlets cracked simultaneously, producing a crisp sound from the bronze. With a loud bang, one of the bronze outlets fell from the Bronze Water Platform into the pool below. Instantly, four columns of water erupted, shooting up to three meters high.
We dodged quickly as those ghostly figures also shifted their positions.
The water pooled on the ground, accumulating in some depressions until they were filled.
Moreover, there was no sign of the water columns stopping; four streams shot out in different directions, creating a spectacular sight from afar.
"Hey, the water in the pond is decreasing," Fat Ma exclaimed in surprise.
"Fatty, we can see it without you saying anything," Old Ghost shouted back.
This time, Fat Ma surprisingly did not argue with Old Ghost.
We held our breath, waiting to see what would be revealed once the water in the pond dried up. At that moment, more people began to descend from above the Pit, but they were all stopped outside the Bronze Water Platform by a group of individuals with ominous black gun barrels.
"Sun Liangtu."
Suddenly, I heard someone call my real name, and I was taken aback. In this day and age, it was rare for someone to address me by my real name. I turned around to see Zhang Tong calling out to me. When did she learn my name? I wondered, but I didn’t stop my steps as I walked back to bring Zhang Tong inside.
"Why did you come down again?" I asked her.
"It's only allowed for you to be here; I'm not allowed to come down? Besides, in this area, you're an amateur, and I'm a professional..."
"Alright, I get it."
Zhang Tong smiled at my helpless expression.
The people who were blocked outside began to complain loudly, but no one dared to cross that red line.
I didn’t know when it happened, but the mysterious figure in a black cloak had also entered, accompanied by several others. Fish Head Elder and Old Wang squeezed their way in from the crowd as well.
At that moment, someone finally shouted in protest, questioning why they were allowed to enter. Complaints erupted all around, and tensions rose. Eventually, accompanied by a few gunshots and splashes of blood, the uproar quieted down once more.
Several corpses lay on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Mud Man suddenly shouted loudly at the ghostly group.
However, no one responded to him. They stood still, blocking those who should not be allowed inside.
"Do not kill," the Mud Man said coldly to them.
"Understood."
Faced with this group of indifferent and silent figures, even the Mud Man felt helpless, and the others were even more so, a chill creeping up their spines. "Damn it, these people are ruthless!" Fat Ma muttered under his breath.
The water column continued to flow recklessly, and the water in the pool grew shallower, the mist rising thinner and thinner.
After another moment, the Bronze Water Platform gradually emerged completely, the water column dwindling down to a mere trickle. We moved closer to the Bronze Water Platform, and when we got near, we were taken aback.
What we saw of the Bronze Water Platform no longer struck me as exquisite or high-quality; instead, it exuded an imposing grandeur that could only be described as magnificent.
A glance into the pool revealed it to be like a deep well. At different times, everything was forged from bronze. In this pool, roughly two meters in diameter, there was a bronze shaft running straight down to the bottom, serving as support for the Bronze Water Platform.
White mist evaporated from the pool, though it had already thinned considerably.
"We should go down," I said almost dreamily.
But the Mud Man quickly replied, "Don't act rashly. The temperature inside must be very high; going down carelessly will surely lead to accidents."
I felt as if I had been suddenly awakened; it was as if I had just been dreaming when I proposed that plan.
Suddenly, the mysterious figure added to the Mud Man's words: "And there shouldn't be too many people going down."
The Mud Man and I turned simultaneously to look at the mysterious figure, both of us wearing expressions of surprise.
The mysterious figure seemed unfazed by our gaze and continued, "Let's wait another twenty minutes. Once the heat dissipates, we can go down."
His words seemed directed at us, yet also felt as if they were not. The few people following him stood like wooden statues, motionless and silent, which made me suspect that he was part of that group of ghosts.
If that were the case, it would indeed be unsettling.
I couldn't help but glance at the Mud Man, who seemed momentarily at a loss for words.
"Even if we wait another twenty minutes, it won't help. There's a heat source inside; the temperature won't dissipate," Old Ghost remarked.
Fat Ma added, "That is indeed a problem."
After those two statements, the mysterious figure fell silent again.
Old Ghost's comment reminded both me and the Mud Man, causing us to murmur among ourselves, our confidence wavering.
The water columns from the four outlets had shrunk to about a meter in height, and the white mist was nearly gone. Suddenly, I realized that perhaps what the mysterious figure said was true; the disappearance of the mist indicated a drop in temperature.
Soon enough, twenty minutes had passed.
Indeed, the white mist had vanished, and the water columns had stopped flowing. As we approached the edge of the pool, we were greeted by a faint coolness—how strange!
I thought this phenomenon could not simply be explained by craftsmanship; perhaps it was better understood through the wonders of nature.
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