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Upon hearing that voice, I immediately felt a tingling sensation on my scalp. The suddenness of it was jarring, especially with that hand resting on my shoulder.
Damn it, my heart felt like it had lodged itself in my throat.
With only three of us there, Wang Wei exploded, shouting, "Who is it? Step forward! Which bastard wants another one?"
But when Wang Wei saw that face, even he, who was usually fearless, was taken aback.
I sprang back like a coiled spring, my heart paralyzed with fear. Just then, Wang Wei let out another strange cry. We all scattered in an instant.
We each took a corner, but once we regained our composure, we quickly moved closer to Chen San. At that moment, he felt like the center of a magnetic field; we had to gravitate toward him.
Simultaneously, our flashlights illuminated the person who had just said he wanted to share one with me.
As the light revealed him clearly, we couldn't help but gasp in horror. The man before us was emaciated; his face was etched with deep wrinkles as if carved by a knife. His cheeks were sunken in, and his eyes were as lifeless as ashes—he looked utterly terrifying. But what was even more horrifying was what lay in the area of his abdomen: it was empty, devoid of anything. His limbs were nothing but skin and bones; this figure could hardly be called a "human."
At that moment, our faces turned pale; even Chen San was visibly shaken.
The man appeared to be a monk since he wore a robe draped over him, but the gaping hole in his abdomen was truly unsettling!
I couldn't help but wonder if this was the monk who had been burned to death. If so, we were in serious trouble. Strangely enough, I didn't see the soul of this monk anywhere.
Could it be that this monk was still alive? The thought sent a chill down my spine. With such a large hole in his abdomen, if he were still living... how terrifying would that be!
I felt a bit uneasy in my heart, and so did Wang Wei. Chen San glanced at the monk, gripping Yellow Cloth's hand even tighter. At that moment, Relic was struggling within Yellow Cloth.
The red light was exceptionally blinding to me, and several other scattered lights caught my eye as well.
I heard the monk say, "I want one too..." His voice sounded like iron scraping against sandpaper, painfully grating.
Wang Wei mustered his courage and said, "Why should we give you one?"
By now, I had almost confirmed in my mind that this monk was the one who had been burned to death all those years ago. However, I couldn't understand how he still had a body when his Sarira had already been burned out. Even if he did have a body, I felt no trace of a living presence from him.
Could he really survive solely on a twisted corpse? The thought was unbelievable.
Just after Wang Wei spoke, the eerie monk actually let out a cold laugh and began walking toward us.
Chen San, visibly unsettled, finally said, "I'll give you one."
I never expected Chen San to compromise so quickly. The stone door was open; if we ran now, we might still make it. Wang Wei clearly shared the same thought.
He threw a flirtatious glance at Chen San, signaling him not to give Relic to the monk.
The Dead Monk's eyes were like fossils, unmoving and unblinking; it was unclear who he was looking at. Wang Wei had thrown a flirtatious glance at Chen San, but Chen San completely ignored it.
The pale light from the flashlight cast a ghostly glow on Chen San's face, making his already pale complexion look even more ghastly—almost as if he were dead.
Sweat beads had begun to form densely on his forehead, revealing his tension.
"Relic, here you go," Chen San said as he reached out with one hand to offer a Relic to the monk. The Relic pulsed vigorously in Chen San's grasp.
But what I didn't expect was that the monk completely ignored Chen San and walked straight toward me.
I heard him repeat what he had just said: "I want one too..."
Damn it, I finally understood that this Dead Monk wasn't after the Relic; he wanted one of my eyes.
Chen San and Wang Wei also realized it.
This Dead Monk didn't want the Relic but my eye. Instinctively, I took a step back. After Chen San put the Relic away, he asked, "What do you want his eye for?"
At first, I thought this Dead Monk was mindless, but to my surprise, he replied, "Take the Relic; just leave one eye."
I panicked. An eye is singular, right? When did it become one at a time?
Wang Wei and I exchanged glances. I was even more anxious because this Dead Monk wanted my eye, and I had no idea where he had come from.
He must have noticed something different about my eyes.
At this moment, Chen San and Wang Wei could easily abandon me and take the Relic for themselves. Of course, I didn't fully trust either of them.
If they decided to leave me behind right now, I could accept that.
"Will you give it to me? If you give me the other five Relics, it's all yours," the monk said with a surprisingly clear line of thought. But he wasn't even alive! I really couldn't understand how he was still functioning in this state.
Having already had nine Relics taken from him, he was somehow still alive. Now I believed Wang Wei when he said he was an Evil Monk.
I looked at the monk and said, "What if I don't give it to you?"
The monk let out a cold laugh and took a step forward, his voice chillingly clear as he said, "If you don't give me one, I'll take two."
"Damn it," I thought. It seemed this Dead Monk was about to force his hand. Chen San called out to me, saying, "Give him one."
Upon hearing Chen San's words, a thousand wild horses galloped through my mind. He wanted an eye, not something else; this guy was trying to set me up.
Just as I was about to speak, Wang Wei interjected, "How about my eyes? I'll give you both."
Since the body wasn't Wang Wei's own, she spoke with reckless abandon. The monk glanced at her before turning back to fix his gaze on me.
His emaciated frame made him look terrifying as he stated simply, "I want his."
At that moment, Chen San suddenly shouted, "Run!"
As soon as Chen San finished speaking, the three of us dashed toward the exit of the tomb. Strangely enough, the monk did not pursue us; I even turned back to take a look.
Suddenly, I recalled what Ke'er had said—that there was something else down here besides the Relic. Could it be that the monk was what Ke'er referred to? And the danger she mentioned wasn’t the Vengeful Spirit but this monk instead.
Realizing this sent a chill down my spine. So that was it; this Dead Monk had hidden himself well. But what puzzled me most was how he had survived the great fire from forty or fifty years ago without being burned to death.
He had been reduced to this state, almost devoid of a soul, yet he still lived.
We ran frantically, but as we continued, it felt like the tomb passage had suddenly multiplied. Chen San was far from calm now.
He simply said, "It changed again."
I replied, "Could there be traps here?"
"Wang Wei said there should be one. It wasn't like this when I came here twenty years ago." Although Chen San didn't specify a fixed time, he had been here before, so his hum was an affirmation of my words.
The changes in the tomb path meant we could get lost at any moment. No wonder that Dead Monk wasn't in a hurry to chase us; it turned out he had this up his sleeve.
We ran for a long time without finding an exit.
Lost, I thought to myself.
The unavoidable danger must refer to that Dead Monk. We all stopped in our tracks.
Chen San said, "This time we might be in trouble." After Chen San spoke, neither Wang Wei nor I responded as time ticked by.
And the Dead Monk still hadn't appeared, which was truly a torment for us—a waiting agony for death to arrive.
Suddenly, Wang Wei turned to me and said, "Saning, I believe in you."
I glanced at Wang Wei, about to speak, but just then, a cold laugh echoed through the air, and my nerves instantly tensed up.
I knew the Dead Monk was coming.
I scanned my surroundings and suddenly thought I heard someone calling my name...
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