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Fat Ma paused for a moment before stopping completely. "Did you find anything?" I asked.
His expression was somewhat tense, and I thought he had something to say. After a while, he surprisingly shook his head.
I cursed, " Fat Ma, what are you pretending for?"
Fat Ma furrowed his brow, as if brewing some emotion, but still didn’t speak. After a moment, he said, "Damn, I might have just drunk too much water. I need to take a leak."
I watched Fat Ma's retreating figure, momentarily at a loss for words.
It seemed hopeless to rely on Fat Ma, so I had no choice but to dive into finding clues myself. The patterns on this entire Bronze Coffin were truly perplexing, completely devoid of any logic.
However, the craftsmanship was exquisite; the carvings were lifelike but defied categorization. Just when I was at my wit's end, someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. I turned around and was surprised to see Mud Man.
His complexion was still somewhat pale as he spoke, "Let me help you!" His voice was weak.
I was taken aback for a few seconds before nodding heavily in agreement.
Mud Man quickly got into the zone and asked me, "You mentioned that this string of text changed," pointing at the text in question.
I nodded in response.
Suddenly, Mud Man cautiously reached out to touch it. His expression was tense as he made contact for about half a minute before pulling his hand away.
I didn’t rush to ask him anything; after a while, he shook his head.
I let out a breath and said, "It's nothing."
Fat Ma, probably having finished in the restroom, came over humming a tune, a jar of wine in hand.
The aroma of the wine instantly filled the air, and I scolded, "Fat Ma, you've forgotten the pain after healing the wound."
Fat Ma disdainfully replied, "What do you know? This is called tit for tat." Before I could react, Fat Ma poured a jar of Blood Wine onto the Bronze Coffin.
I was furious and shouted, "Fat Ma, you're making a mistake." The clay figure's lips twitched slightly but remained silent.
Seeing my tense expression, which indicated I was about to explode, Fat Ma hurriedly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and with a flattering smile said, "Old Sun, calm down. Have a smoke to ease your nerves."
As the saying goes, one shouldn't strike someone who is smiling. I had no choice but to suppress my anger.
But just then, the Bronze Coffin suddenly began to change.
The clay figure stared intently at the scene; the Blood Wine that Fat Ma had poured onto the coffin slowly began to merge into its body.
"This... this," Fat Ma stammered in disbelief.
The clay figure's face grew increasingly grim as it started to cough.
I felt a bit flustered as well. Wasn't this scene exactly like what happened with Fish Mouth before?
The Bronze Coffin was actually absorbing human blood... A chill ran down my spine, and my legs trembled slightly.
"It's moving," Fat Ma shouted as I saw it shift with my own eyes.
I immediately widened my eyes and saw that the Bronze Coffin had actually moved slightly. Suddenly, it dawned on me why it had reacted when I touched it earlier; it was sucking the blood from my hand. Realizing this sent a wave of fear through me.
The Bronze Coffin shook a few more times, increasingly violently. Fat Ma, the mud man, and I quickly stepped back, standing at a distance, too afraid to approach. My heart raced with anxiety until the shaking finally stopped.
I held my breath, not daring to let my heartbeat quicken.
"Let's go take a look," Fat Ma suggested nervously.
I suppressed my steps and followed Fat Ma, while the mud man hesitated for a moment but eventually joined us.
The coffin lay still on the ground, no longer making any noise.
We stood about three or four steps away from the coffin and paused. I took a deep breath and said, "I'll go check it out first; you two wait here."
Fat Ma immediately disagreed, scolding me, "Old Sun, this kind of individual heroism is unacceptable."
I ignored him and switched on my flashlight, though its beam was weak and pitiful.
Fat Ma's flashlight was better; it illuminated the entire Bronze Coffin.
What I saw made my heart drop.
"It's changed, it's changed," I muttered incoherently. Fat Ma was also stunned and cursed, "Damn, it really has changed."
At that moment, even the mud man couldn't hold back anymore. He rushed forward in a few quick steps and stammered out, "It's changed..."
I replied, "Yes, it's changed; the patterns on the coffin have transformed."
"That's damn amazing," Fat Ma couldn't help but curse.
If I hadn't seen the Bronze Coffin before, I would have thought this was a second one upon seeing it now, and the exterior of the Bronze Coffin seemed even shinier.
"Strange," the Mud Man slowly uttered these two words.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled the air. An unusual sense of oppression spread around, causing my heart to race uncontrollably.
My mood suddenly soured, and I cursed angrily. Fat Ma immediately responded, while the Mud Man clutched his head as if struggling.
My head began to spin, and then I felt a shadowy figure appear before me. Instinctively, I threw a punch, only to hear a scream in response.
Before long, I received a blow myself and fell to the ground, struggling for a moment before getting back up.
The blurry figure reappeared, and I swung another punch, but this time it dodged. I cursed a few more times.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed, blindingly intense. It felt like something had jolted me awake; my mind cleared slightly, though there was still a dull ache lingering.
Fat Ma seemed to be in a similar state; his face didn't look too good.
The Mud Man stood beside us and asked, "Are you okay?"
I was somewhat confused and replied, "What happened?"
Fat Ma groaned, "Damn it, I just got hit out of nowhere! Luckily, I reacted quickly and hit back."
With Fat Ma's reminder, I recalled that it seemed like someone had indeed punched me earlier.
The clay figure watched us banter back and forth, barely able to suppress a smile. Finally, it said, "You two were just enchanted."
"I...," I found myself at a loss for words, while Fat Ma looked equally confused.
The clay figure pointed at the Bronze Coffin and said, "It was influencing you."
Suddenly, I recalled that strange buzzing sound. Fat Ma asked, "Then how come you’re fine?"
The clay figure replied, "I covered my ears in time."
Oh, now we understood.
"So that means you punched me just now," I said to Fat Ma.
Fat Ma chuckled a few times and said, "But you punched me too."
That was true, but ultimately, I had come off worse—don't ask me why; just look at our sizes.
Fortunately, nothing serious had happened; that was already a stroke of luck. Fat Ma and I made peace with each other, and we moved on from the incident.
The buzzing sound had also faded away.
After this event, I found myself increasingly believing in what the clay figure had said about the Ghost Coffin, as it truly seemed to be more than a little sinister.
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