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I didn't respond, and neither did Fat Ma. This silence seemed to imply agreement, yet no one made a move.
After about half a minute had passed, I finally spoke up, "Since we're here, let's not give up halfway."
There were secrets buried here for thousands of years; someone had to unveil their mysterious veil.
If no one else would, then let it be me. After saying this, not only did Fat Ma and the Mud Man look surprised, but I was taken aback myself.
Yet those words had indeed come from my mouth. I took a deep breath, and neither of them argued against it.
After a moment, Fat Ma said, "Old Sun, you're the one I brought down here. If you don't leave, I definitely won't either."
The Mud Man remained silent for a while before saying, "Then let's do this perfectly."
With that, the three of us reached a consensus.
Looking up at the Bronze Coffin hanging above us, I couldn't help but gasp. It might contain the ultimate secret, though I had no idea what it was.
Now, we faced a dilemma: how to approach that Bronze Coffin. Simply going up to it was unrealistic.
It hung high in the air, distanced from all the beams. We had no experience with high-altitude work either.
"It must have been raised up there somehow; there has to be a way to bring it down," I said.
"Fat Ma sighed, 'This Bronze Coffin must weigh at least a thousand pounds. Just think of how many people it took to get it up there!'
'There might be a mechanism,' I suggested.
The Mud Man nodded in agreement. 'Let's search around first.'
After reaching this decision, the three of us scattered.
I headed towards the wall, thinking that any typical mechanism would likely be installed there. I ran my hands along the surface, not wanting to miss a single detail. For areas I couldn't reach, I carefully observed them.
Fat Ma looked for any possible mechanisms on the ground.
The Mud Man, however, didn't rush into action but instead took his time to observe the surroundings before finally starting to move.
After quite a bit of effort, we regrouped, all exhausted but with little to show for our efforts.
I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Could it be that the mechanisms were destroyed when the Bronze Coffin was placed? That would cut off our escape route.
I voiced my concerns, and Fat Ma replied, 'Old Sun, you might have a point, but how has that Bronze Coffin remained fixed up there all this time?'
I looked up and turned on my flashlight, revealing four fist-sized chains securing the Bronze Coffin.
'Look, there are four chains holding it,' I said casually.
To my surprise, Fat Ma shook his head in disagreement and said, 'Those four chains are under so much stress; they definitely wouldn't last for thousands of years.'
Listening to Fat Ma's analysis made perfect sense, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to counter his argument."
The Clay Man spoke up, "What the Fatty said is correct; the only explanation is that there is a greater force acting behind these four chains, or perhaps some gravitational factors at play."
I felt a bit dizzy from their words, meaning there must be a way to break this situation.
Both of them nodded simultaneously. Their experience far surpassed mine; they had likely explored more tombs than I had crossed bridges.
I lifted my head again and scrutinized the Bronze Coffin. It hung above, unmoving, as solid as if it were filled with lead.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. Could the mechanism be related to the two stone-carved beasts at the entrance? I looked at them with excitement.
However, Fat Ma quickly dismissed the thought. "I just touched those two beasts several times and didn’t find anything valuable," he said, inadvertently letting slip his earlier enthusiasm. He could only chuckle awkwardly to ease the tension.
I ignored him and hurried over to where the Stone Carved Beasts stood.
I began to observe closely, but my flashlight was losing power, casting a dim light like an aging elder in twilight.
Yet in the next moment, with a loud bang, the entire tomb room suddenly lit up as bright as day. I didn’t care about how it happened; I seized the opportunity to examine the two stone beasts carefully.
Time passed quickly, and the light was fading fast. Just as it was about to extinguish, Fat Ma praised the Clay Man for his ingenuity.
Unexpectedly, I noticed something in the eyes of the Stone Carved Beast. I immediately focused on it; the light was bright but extinguished just as quickly. The whole process lasted no more than a minute.
Fat Ma remarked, "Clay Man, your Cold Fireworks were perfectly timed."
I paid no attention to their chatter.
I called out to Fat Ma, asking if he had brought a rope. He seemed momentarily stunned by the interruption, but his body reacted quickly, pulling a bundle of hemp rope from his bag.
It was only then that Fat Ma asked me what was going on, whether I had discovered something. I didn’t have time to answer him; I hurriedly wanted to verify if my earlier judgment was correct.
I fashioned a loop with the hemp rope and stepped back, swinging it with all my might, but I failed to catch the head of the divine beast. After several unsuccessful attempts, frustration began to mount.
Fat Ma sighed in exasperation, taking the rope from my hands. With a powerful throw, he accurately ensnared the beast's head.
Not wanting to waste time, I climbed up the rope. Fat Ma called out from below, asking what I had found. When I didn’t respond, he reminded me to be careful.
I quickly reached the top of the divine beast's head. Sitting there, I felt a chill as the cold air brushed against me. I reached out to touch the beast's eye and was suddenly overwhelmed with joy when I realized its eyeball could move. I pressed down gently.
All I could hear was the sound of chains scraping against stone. Instantly, I released my grip.
I shouted, “Mud Man, go for the other divine beast!” Just as I prepared to remove the rope for him, I was taken aback by how agile he was.
He climbed onto the divine beast's body and leaped onto its back before steadily making his way up to its head.
I warned Fat Ma to be careful and not to go underneath the Bronze Coffin; he seemed to understand my concern.
Turning back to Mud Man, I said, “On the count of three, let’s press down on the divine beast’s eyeball together.”
Mud Man acknowledged me with a nod.
When I counted to three, we both pressed down on the beast’s eyeball. The deeper we pushed, the more difficult it became, but gritting our teeth, we managed to force it down.
With a loud rumble, I heard Fat Ma shouting from below, "Coming down, coming down!" His voice was filled with excitement.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as I sensed that my strength was waning. However, the Bronze Coffin had not completely landed yet, and there was a high chance it would bounce back up before it settled.
What should I do? I asked myself. It was only in desperate situations that a person's potential could be unleashed. So, I bit down on my tongue. "Damn," I cursed, wincing at the pain.
Fat Ma thought something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "Old Sun, are you okay?"
I shouted back, "I'm fine, Fatty."
With all my might, I pressed down on the beast's eyeball. With a tremendous thud, it finally landed, and I let out a sigh of relief. I collapsed on the beast, gasping for air and spitting out the blood and debris from my mouth.
The Mud Man probably wasn't faring much better.
Finally on solid ground, I rested for a moment before climbing down the rope, where Fat Ma was waiting to catch me.
The Mud Man also descended, his face even paler than before. It was clear he had exerted himself as well.
Unable to hold back any longer, the Mud Man broke into a violent cough while I patted his back to help him.
With old injuries compounded by new ones, he was starting to struggle.
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