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Fat Ma was pinned to the ground, his face twisted in frustration as he cursed, "Damn it, let me go first! How can I trust you otherwise?"
"Not yet! If I let you go, you'll definitely run off," Song Ran replied, shaking her head. Then she added, "That soul doesn't belong to him."
"What are you talking about?" Fat Ma shouted.
At that moment, Zhang Tong stepped forward to pull Song Ran away, attempting to rescue Fat Ma, but was easily knocked out by a light tap on the back of his head from Song Ran.
"Damn it, don't hurt Zhang Tong!"
"Don't worry, she's fine."
Fat Ma struggled for a while longer but eventually gave up when he realized it was futile.
"Damn," Fat Ma muttered under his breath.
The clay figure and the old man were exchanging blows, but the old man had the upper hand and was suppressing the figure.
Meanwhile, she was still trading blows with Professor Sun. It seemed like Professor Sun was starting to falter; she landed a punch that sent him crashing to the ground, spitting out blood.
Seizing the opportunity, she rushed towards me without a moment's hesitation. Her disheveled hair obscured her pale face stained with blood, yet her steps were quick.
At that moment, I felt as if I had lost consciousness. A thin, ethereal version of myself was being pulled away from my body. One foot was already stepping on my own foot, and the exposed part seemed to be slowly trying to leave my body, as if it were about to break free at any moment.
The ghostly incantations still echoed in her ears.
She had already crossed the forbidden line, and was about to approach me when she was suddenly blocked by Song Ran, who had rushed in!
Facing each other, they gazed into one another's eyes, lost in thought.
"Why is this happening?" they both asked almost simultaneously.
After the question hung in the air, they exchanged glances, unsure of what to say next. Finally, after a brief pause, she said, "Step aside, don't block me!"
"No!" Song Ran firmly refused.
Without hesitation, the two of them clashed directly.
At that moment, Fat Ma got up from the ground, dusting himself off while muttering defiantly. But when he turned his gaze toward the two of them, he was stunned.
Two identical figures were exchanging moves. After watching for a moment, his gaze shifted to me.
The Bronze Coffin emitted a glow from Youlan; no one knew what lay within it, but everyone sensed that something was indeed inside.
"Fatty, don't move," came the voice of Fish Head Elder as Fat Ma took a step toward me.
Fat Ma looked uncertain, caught in a dilemma. His face reflected his struggle—who was good and who was bad? He couldn't be sure.
After all, he had only recently met Fish Head Elder, and there had been many uncertainties surrounding her and Hills over the years.
But the Fish Head Elder was the person mentioned by Sun Liangtu's grandfather.
In the end, Fat Ma glanced at me again. Seeing my painful expression, which was unusually grim, he finally stopped hesitating.
He strode toward me with great confidence, though his back still showed a noticeable limp.
Fat Ma moved through the crowd without obstruction. This time, he directly slashed a large gash on his arm with a knife. He believed that last time he hadn't drawn enough blood, which was why it had no effect on the Yin Soldier. Determined this time to make a significant sacrifice.
As he finally approached me, blood smeared onto the body of the Yin Soldier. The Youlan light was tinged with a hint of red, but it had no effect whatsoever.
Fat Ma was momentarily stunned.
However, he was soon knocked to the ground by a sudden gust of wind.
The situation on the scene became extraordinarily complicated; apart from the sounds of fighting, all that could be heard were those eerie ghostly scripts.
Before long, the strange summoning texts ceased.
From my vantage point, I saw that ethereal 'me' had completely detached from my body. I opened my eyes and witnessed my remaining consciousness telling me that this was unbelievable. Yet, it seemed that 'I' was trying to convey that this was indeed reality.
After the ethereal version of me left my body, I experienced a spasm; my body felt as if it could no longer hold itself up and was about to fall to the ground, yet I did not collapse.
"It's him!" someone shouted at the ethereal 'me'.
The Yin Soldier from Youlan slowly floated towards the Bronze Coffin. Seeing that there were no more obstacles, Fat Ma immediately ran in my direction.
He asked me, "Old Sun, are you okay?" I could hear the urgency in his voice, but I couldn't speak; my eyes were wide open, looking like a fool.
Fat Ma shook me, but it still had no effect.
At that moment, the others had stopped fighting.
Suddenly, the mysterious figure and Fish Head Elder rushed towards me.
The mysterious figure crouched beside me and asked, "Are you alright?" I seemed to detect a tremor in his voice. In that instant, I felt as if I had awakened slightly and asked him back, "Who... exactly... are you?"
He paused for a moment, gripping my hand a little tighter. Then he lifted the brim of his black hat, and I finally saw his true face—Lushan.
"Dad... is that you?"
He nodded heavily.
Fat Ma was also surprised by this revelation and stared blankly at the mysterious figure.
"Why is this happening?" I asked.
He hesitated. After a moment, he said, "You should rest for now. Leave the rest to me!" With that, the mysterious figure, Sun Youwei, stood up and left.
As Fish Head Elder was leaving, he told Fat Ma, "Take good care of him!"
Fat Ma nodded, and when his gaze turned to me, he couldn't help but say, "Old Sun, I didn't expect your family to be impressive too!" After saying this, Fat Ma started chatting with me about some past events from Northeast China. Although my mind was a bit hazy, I still tried to listen.
At that moment, Niren also walked over to me, but his steps were not as hurried as Fat Ma's; instead, they were relatively calm.
"Is everything alright, Old Sun?" Niren asked naturally.
I nodded heavily, but my gaze towards Niren felt different; I seemed to recognize 'Niren'.
"Are you Bai Yu?"
Niren smiled and nodded, acknowledging it.
I felt a bit disoriented, and Fat Ma seemed to be confused as well.
"What Bai Yu? Isn't he just Niren?" Fat Ma muttered. Suddenly remembering something, he realized that Niren had always been called that by them. Although Niren never really refuted it, he had never mentioned his real name. Now it seemed that Bai Yu was indeed his true name.
Fat Ma processed this information in his mind and finally confirmed the answer.
But how did Old Sun suddenly know Niren's real name? A new question popped into Fat Ma's head as he stared blankly at me.
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