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I continued to look ahead, as these murals were extremely valuable clues, and I didn't want to miss a single detail.
Suddenly, the clay figure waved at me. I walked over, and the clay figure pointed to an object in the mural, saying, "Look, isn't this the Bronze Fish Mouth that the Fat Ma had earlier?"
I glanced at the mural, and indeed, it was the same Bronze Fish Mouth that we had obtained from Fat Ma before.
Could this be the Charge Horn, I thought to myself. However, it didn't feel as simple as just a Charge Horn.
It seemed the clay figure had also considered this point.
After reaching this preliminary conclusion, I wanted to verify it, so I turned back to call for Fat Ma.
But Fat Ma had already vanished without a trace; the area behind me was empty, except for the sound of a cold wind whistling softly, making everything else eerily still like a stagnant pool of water.
I called out for Fat Ma, my voice echoing hollowly, but there was no response. What if something happened? I felt a surge of anxiety.
The clay figure reassured me, saying, "Don't worry, that Fat Ma will definitely be fine."
Still feeling uneasy, I called out for Fat Ma several more times, but there was still no answer. I told the clay figure that I needed to go find him.
We had just witnessed the power of Zongzi, and it would be difficult for one person to handle. If Fat Ma encountered it alone, he would likely meet a tragic end.
I turned back into the previous Passageway. Just as I took a few steps forward, I vaguely saw a figure approaching me while humming a tune.
I was about to call out for Fat Ma, but the clay figure covered my mouth.
In a whisper close to my ear, the clay figure said, "No, it's not his scent."
I blinked to indicate that I understood, and the clay figure gestured for me to step back quietly, turning off the flashlight.
We hid in a corner of this tomb chamber, which resembled a well.
The person who had been humming a tune soon came into view. It was indeed not Fat Ma, but someone radiating an eerie glow of Mysterious Violet. They held a flag and were humming some tune, their voice cold and numb. Following behind were many others, each body covered in a layer of Mysterious Violet light, wielding weapons. This entire group resembled a patrolling army, exuding an overwhelming aura of death.
Both the clay figure and I were too shocked to speak; the people in this group felt unreal to me, and more were still entering the Passageway.
Suddenly, I saw Fat Ma trailing behind them.
Panic surged through me. Fat Ma was also enveloped by that Mysterious Violet light, his eyes vacant and expression blank, clearly entranced. I wanted to call out to him, but the clay figure stopped me.
The clay figure shook its head, signaling me not to act recklessly. How could I remain calm? With my close bond with Fat Ma, I couldn’t let anything happen to him.
As they were about to enter another Passageway out of my sight, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shrugged off the clay figure's hand and stood up to chase after the group.
The clay figure seemed equally concerned for us and followed closely behind.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t nervous; following a group of beings whose nature was uncertain was terrifying. My heart felt like it was twisted together, and I dared not breathe deeply.
The clay figure and I kept trailing behind this group, waiting for an opportunity to wake Fat Ma.
We followed them through one Passageway after another without finding a chance. At this rate, Fat Ma would become one of them too. Finally, an opportunity arose as the entire group began to turn.
Just as I realized that the last segment of this strange group was about to disappear into the Passageway, I moved forward. However, the clay figure was quicker; it lunged ahead and struck Fat Ma on the back of his neck with its hand shaped like a blade. Fat Ma winced in pain and swayed slightly, causing the Mysterious Violet light around him to disperse momentarily, as if infused with new vitality. I saw him about to speak and thought to myself, "This is bad." But the clay figure had anticipated this; it swiftly covered Fat Ma's mouth.
I hurried forward and made a gesture for silence towards Fat Ma.
Fat Ma blinked, indicating that he understood.
The team had turned around, and Fat Ma seemed still confused. I said, "You were just bewitched by a ghost."
Fat Ma wasn't in the best mental state, so he didn't argue with me.
The Mud Man remained silent, continuing to follow the team. I was curious about what kind of team this was, so I followed along with Fat Ma.
They walked lightly, as if floating on air, just like Fat Ma had before.
When Fat Ma saw the terrifying Mysterious Violet team, he was about to curse loudly, but I quickly stopped him. He understood the situation and swallowed his words.
The Mysterious Violet team continued to advance, and the three of us kept close behind.
Suddenly, we arrived at an open area, and an astonishing scene unfolded before us. Above our heads was a sky filled with twinkling stars; the only difference was that these stars were all in Mysterious Violet, exceptionally beautiful and enchanting.
Suddenly, the person holding the flag began humming a tune and started to step into the air. The rest of the team followed suit, stepping into the void. Suddenly, a Mysterious Violet door floated in the 'sky.' They slowly entered through that door, and it wasn't until the last person had gone in that the Mysterious Violet door closed. Then, the stars gradually dimmed and lost their color until they all vanished, leaving this space shrouded in darkness once more, with just the three of us left in stunned silence.
My emotions were like turbulent seas swept by a storm—there was no calming down. This was too bizarre to be described as unbelievable; it could only be summed up as otherworldly.
The expressions on their faces mirrored my own shock.
I called out to them, and the Mud Man shook his head to regain his senses. Fat Ma wiped away some drool that had dripped to his lips and exclaimed, "That was truly damn spectacular! I even greeted them earlier."
Hearing this made me smile for a moment as I replied to Fat Ma, "You almost gave your life away with that greeting."
The Mud Man looked at Fat Ma in surprise. Fat Ma pulled in his stomach and chuckled at me.
The matter came to a close, for even if we wished to pursue it further, there were no traces to follow. We could only pretend it had never happened, yet the terror within us could not be extinguished.
We returned to the previous question, the Bronze Fish Mouth. We turned back and entered the tomb chamber we had been in before.
Standing before the mural, Fat Ma was taken aback by the depiction of the Fish Mouth. I instructed him to take out the Bronze Fish Mouth, and he complied without hesitation.
Once the Bronze Fish Mouth was out, we carefully compared every detail, leaving nothing overlooked. In the end, we concluded that the Fish Mouth in the mural was identical to the one Fat Ma had obtained, though we couldn't guarantee they were the same piece.
The Mud Man remarked, "This Bronze Fish Mouth is likely a Charge Horn used in battle."
Fat Ma seemed unfazed, perhaps emboldened by his skill. "Let's see if it can make a sound," he said as he vigorously rubbed the Bronze Fish Mouth and brought it to his lips.
As he prepared to blow into it, I wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Perhaps my own curiosity about what would happen if he blew into it had taken over my subconscious.
The Bronze Fish Mouth emitted a clear and distant sound when Fat Ma blew into it, resonating with great force. He puffed up his cheeks until his face turned red, and after just one blow, he was left gasping for breath. "This cursed thing is exhausting," he panted after taking it away from his mouth.
The Mud Man focused intently and said, "It seems our judgment was correct; this Bronze Fish Mouth is indeed a Charge Horn from wartime."
I observed that Fat Ma remained calm after blowing into it, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps I had worried unnecessarily.
Having verified this conclusion, we had nearly examined all the murals.
Just as we were about to leave this place, a sudden sharp and piercing sound echoed through the chamber, sending a chill down our spines.
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