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"How can you go with such serious injuries!" Zhang Tong immediately retorted.
"Shut up, Old Sun! When will you ever change your personal heroism?" Fat Ma shouted angrily.
Even the clay figure expressed its dissent.
But I was resolute. After so many trips down here, I knew the traps in the graveyard were varied and mysterious. One could easily end up dead, or at the very least, suffer serious injuries.
"I've already made up my mind." With that, I stepped forward. Although my leg throbbed painfully, Zhang Tong pulled me back. I snapped nervously, "Let go!"
Zhang Tong seemed startled by my outburst and quickly released his grip, but then he tightened it again almost immediately.
I forcefully broke free from Zhang Tong's hold, gritting my teeth against the pain as I strode ahead, taking two or three steps into the Training Ground.
I straightened my back as the searchlight illuminated the area, instantly making everything appear hazy. Shaking my head, I adjusted the height of the searchlight until my vision cleared somewhat.
I took another step forward, following the positions of the fallen bodies.
I crouched down to examine one of the corpses. Because my arm was injured, I used all my strength to flip over a body. Suddenly, several glints of cold light flashed before me as sharp arrows whizzed past my scalp. I stumbled backward in shock, my heart racing in panic.
My hair stood on end. "Damn," I muttered under my breath.
Seeing me fall, the others prepared to rush forward, but I quickly stopped them, shouting, "Don't come over! I'm fine."
"Damn it, Old Sun!" Fat Ma cursed before charging toward me.
He propped me up under my armpit, muttering, "How can there still be fools like you in this day and age?"
" Fat Ma, stop talking nonsense. When it comes to stepping into danger, if one dies, we keep the fire alive and move on. If everyone comes over, it’ll be a disaster."
Hearing this, Fat Ma seemed to understand something and shouted back to the mud people, "You all stay back; it's enough for me and Old Sun to handle this."
After saying that, he turned to me and added, "Old Sun, Fat Master is not the kind of person who fears for his life." Then he continued, "Old Sun, if we die, at least the mud people will collect our bodies. Let’s go!" Fat Ma urged.
I was momentarily stunned and didn’t react right away.
"Stop being so wishy-washy," Fat Ma said before moving forward.
"Be careful, Fat Ma," I reminded him.
He acknowledged my warning, and we continued moving forward along the path marked by fallen bodies. Along the way, I turned over a few corpses, but they were all unfamiliar faces.
We narrowly avoided some hidden traps but ended up with a few minor scrapes.
"Damn it, not a single one of those old foxes is dead," Fat Ma cursed.
Indeed, we hadn’t found any of the bodies of the previous leaders.
I knew what Fat Ma was worried about—he feared that all the good stuff would be snatched away by those bastards.
If they were still alive, they had either crossed the Training Ground and reached the building on the other side or retreated. Between those two possibilities, I was more inclined to believe the first one.
Soon, we arrived at the location of the last corpse, the red blood staining the marble laid out on the Training Ground. The empty Training Ground sent a chill down my spine.
I looked up at the top of the Training Ground; it was sealed tightly, and I couldn't tell how it was secured. The irregular shape of the ceiling resembled a naturally formed cavern.
We stopped in the middle of the Training Ground, not daring to take another step forward. After staring for a while, Fat Ma, feeling restless, prepared to move ahead.
I grabbed him and said, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Fat Ma froze at my words and quickly stepped back, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
About fifty meters remained, which felt like a chasm separating us from safety. I thought about the positions of the corpses we had just bypassed, forming a curve in my mind.
I recalled their arrangement and finally tried to take a step forward. Then came a second step; everything was silent as my foot landed.
"Old Sun, why are your legs shaking?"
"Really?"
"Is there any doubt about it?" As he spoke, Fat Ma was ready to move forward.
"Don't move around; follow my steps."
Fat Ma nodded in agreement.
I tried to walk two more steps forward, and thankfully nothing happened. My courage began to grow, and I urged Fat Ma to stay close behind me.
I took a few steps forward when suddenly, a stone slab beneath my feet sank in. My heart dropped; I knew I had triggered a mechanism.
“Old Sun, why aren’t you moving?”
“Fat Ma, I think I’m in trouble!”
“What’s wrong, Old Sun?” Fat Ma asked urgently.
“I stepped on a trap.”
Fat Ma's heart sank as well. We both understood that if I pulled my foot out now, who knows what might happen? This was a life-threatening situation.
Fat Ma didn’t dare to act recklessly. Over the years of exploring, we had encountered our fair share of traps, and we both knew the consequences they could bring.
Moreover, this Tomb was no ordinary site; it was the most magnificent Tomb I had ever seen since I began my explorations, both in scale and architecture.
The Ghostly Heavenly Palace we had pursued for so many years could not be an ordinary place.
At this moment, with one foot on the trap, it felt as if I had already stepped halfway into hell.
“Damn, what are we going to do?”
“Don’t panic,” I said, firmly pressing my foot down on the slab to prevent it from rebounding.
“Fat Ma, you need to back away first.”
Fat Ma did not move.
"Hey, Fatty, did you hear what I said? When I pull my foot out, I'm going to fall back."
Only then did Fat Ma step back.
"Step back a bit further," I reminded him.
"Got it."
I glanced back at Fat Ma; he had retreated about seven or eight steps. My heart eased a little. Even if I died now, at least it would be on my own terms.
I took a deep breath, my nerves taut. My mind was highly focused.
I imagined what kind of scene would unfold when I pulled my foot back. If it was like before, just a few hidden arrows, then I should be able to dodge them.
I looked at the spot where my foot was planted and had a premonition that this time it wouldn't be so simple; something big might happen.
I tightened and then relaxed my fist, making a decision. I silently counted to three in my mind. When I reached three, I immediately loosened my foot, and at that moment, a thousand ways to die flashed through my mind.
But my body fell backward instead. At that instant, a thunderous sound erupted, and my mind felt like it had been wiped clean.
Suddenly, someone yanked me back.
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