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Fat Ma strode forward, cheerfully humming a crude tune, his Searchlight bobbing along with the movement of his head.
The narrow Bronze road quickly filled with a crowd, yet it was oddly quiet. No one spoke loudly; only the sound of shuffling feet occasionally broke the silence. An eerie and strange atmosphere enveloped the entire group.
Fat Ma paid no mind, his eyes scanning for anything of value.
Zhang Tong followed closely behind me.
I whispered to Fat Ma, urging him to be careful. He dismissed my concern, continuing to walk as if nothing were amiss.
Suddenly, Fat Ma found himself wedged in the middle of the Bronze road. He didn’t seem to notice at first, muttering curses under his breath as he stubbornly pushed forward. But the more he pushed, the tighter it became: “Damn it, am I being haunted or something?”
At first, I thought it was due to Fat Ma's size and didn’t pay much attention. However, when I noticed the path beneath my feet narrowing and glanced back, I immediately realized that the walls of the Bronze road were closing in on us, trying to crush us.
I hurriedly relayed this information; those with larger frames were already feeling the pressure.
The news spread quickly. Some people began to retreat.
But for Fat Ma, escaping unscathed was impossible now. Leading from the front, he had begun to emit cries of distress. The situation was worsening, yet the group remained surprisingly orderly; those who could retreat were doing so calmly.
I was anxious; Fat Ma was trapped in that narrow space and unable to move.
I told Zhang Tong to retreat first. After hesitating for a moment, she began to back away. At that point, only Fat Ma and I remained at the front. I had to help him escape; Fat Ma’s hands were tightly pressed against his waist, and the exposed skin was slowly turning pale, tinged with a purplish hue.
It seemed that Fat Ma was in a dire situation. If it weren't for him holding the line, we all might have been squished into a meat patty by now.
I encouraged Fat Ma to hang in there, reminding him that the Revolution had not yet triumphed and that Comrades still needed to strive. His voice was hoarse from shouting, and I could hear him cursing under his breath—damning everything from his ancestors to the very ground beneath him.
At that moment, the Mud Man approached and said, "I've sent someone to look for the mechanism behind us."
Hearing this, I realized that these Bronze Walls wouldn’t just crush us for no reason. Someone must have activated a mechanism. With this reminder, I said, "Then let’s hurry and check in front of Fat Ma."
The space we were in barely allowed us to pass through, but the Mud Man and I managed to crawl over Fat Ma's body and into a section ahead of him.
I didn’t waste any time and began searching quickly. Fat Ma's voice had weakened; he muttered, "Why am I so unlucky? Damn it, why am I so damn unlucky?"
His condition was deteriorating rapidly. If we delayed any longer, not only would Fat Ma meet Yama, but the Mud Man and I would soon be sipping Meng Po Soup ourselves. I pressed on quickly, searching below while the Mud Man looked above.
We split our efforts for a thorough search. The space was already small, and our anxious hearts pushed us to move swiftly. Just as I realized I was about to get stuck myself, darkness loomed over me—it felt like an omen of impending doom.
As for Fat Ma, he looked like he was about to be crushed into a pulp.
Suddenly, I heard a low and urgent voice: "Quick! Bring your Bronze Fish!"
At first, I was taken aback, but in the next second, I passed the Bronze Fish to the Mud Man. He took it and climbed up the wall like an agile gibbon. After climbing about three meters high, he paused and placed the Bronze Fish into a recess on the Bronze Walls.
Once the Bronze Fish was inserted, the effect was immediate—the walls stopped compressing and began to retract.
In less than a moment, Fat Ma was freed, but this time he seemed to have been pressed down quite hard, lying on the ground unable to get up, gasping for breath, his eyes wide open as if he were about to pass out at any moment.
Niren and I turned back to find Fat Ma. Just as we crouched down and hadn’t even spoken yet, Fat Ma shouted, “Quick, give Fat Master a cigarette! Fat Master is about to kick the bucket! Before I go, I want to say a few last wishes…”
When Fat Ma said these words, he really looked like he was on the verge of death. I didn’t have time to think about anything else and hurriedly lit a cigarette for him. After placing it in his mouth, my heart sank when I noticed that he was exhaling more than inhaling; the cigarette was burning entirely on its own.
“Hey, don’t scare me like that, you fatso!” I said anxiously, looking at Fat Ma.
Suddenly, Fat Ma rolled his eyes back, looking just like someone who was about to close his eyes and kick his legs one last time.
My voice choked up a bit as I said, “Brother, if you have any last wishes, just say them. Anything I can help you with, I promise I won’t refuse!”
“With you saying that, I feel at ease… My last wish is that when you go in later, all the treasures you find should be given to me.”
“Sure thing! No problem at all; we’ll give you everything we find inside.”
“Niren, what about you?”
Niren also looked somewhat gloomy and nodded at Fat Ma.
Suddenly, I saw Fat Ma’s mouth stretch into a grin. I thought he was about to foam at the mouth and die right then and there, which made my heart ache. But in the next second, Fat Ma burst into laughter.
Both Niren and I were startled and then proceeded to give Fat Ma a good beating.
Fat Ma let out a wailing sound reminiscent of a slaughtered pig.
"Do the words you said before still count?"
"Forget it, you deadbeat."
Fat Ma immediately wilted, having sustained some injuries, though not as severe as we had imagined.
Fortunately, it turned out to be just a false alarm; everyone was fine.
At that moment, the group that had retreated earlier re-entered the tomb passage. However, a few individuals remained behind—those enigmatic figures were still there, along with a mysterious person, and finally, there was Zhang Tong.
"Are you okay?" she asked me with concern.
I shook my head. Suddenly, a voice mimicking Zhang Tong's came out sounding like a male duck: "Are you okay?" I felt goosebumps rise all over my body and couldn't help but shiver in discomfort.
"Old Sun, do you want me to check your body?"
" Fat Ma, I think it's time for you to get sorted out."
Fat Ma laughed heartily without a care in the world, and even the clay figurine showed a hint of amusement, while Zhang Tong's face turned slightly red.
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