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The moment the man finished speaking, those remaining quickly pulled out the prepared Black Donkey Hoof from their pockets.
Since the man forbade gunfire, we were all hesitant and fearful.
Now, no one dared to step forward. The man slowly moved back, his injured body in a precarious situation.
Finally, someone rushed forward, wanting to hand the Black Donkey Hoof to him.
But as soon as they approached, Zongzi seemed to catch the scent and swept the person away several meters, leaving them severely injured and unconscious.
This made everyone else even more reluctant to advance.
Suddenly, I realized that Zongzi must be after the man's armor, so I shouted loudly, "Sir, take off your armor!"
The man seemed to struggle against this idea, but in that instant, Zongzi's withered claws were about to tear into his throat. I had no choice but to raise my machine gun and fire.
To my surprise, I actually hit something.
The bullet struck the armor, igniting sparks in the night.
But it seemed ineffective. Zongzi's movements only paused for a moment before its hand pierced through the man's throat, blood immediately gushing out and staining Zongzi's grayish-black, withered hand.
The man clutched his throat tightly with both hands, his expression one of extreme agony.
Zongzi showed no mercy; in the next moment, the man's head was severed from his body.
Lying on the ground, Shovel watched helplessly as the master died, letting out a cry that was almost one of despair.
At that moment, a shadow appeared and struck Zongzi, piercing through its head.
Zongzi let out a horrific scream, like fabric being torn apart.
The shadow did not stop; it pulled out a knife and swept Zongzi to the ground, then pressed its knee down on Zongzi.
Zongzi struggled fiercely, managing to push the shadow off. It quickly got back up and charged forward again.
With both hands, it grabbed Zongzi by the neck. Unexpectedly, Zongzi dodged to the side and then headbutted the shadow.
The shadow staggered back a few steps, wiping the blood from the corner of its mouth.
Zongzi had a large hole in its head from where it had been pierced by the knife, making it look exceptionally terrifying.
Fat Ma said, "Who is this strong person?"
"I think I know who he is; it must be Brother Jiang!" I replied.
The clay figure nodded in agreement, "It should be him."
All three of us were seriously injured and could not help at this moment.
I glanced at the master's corpse.
If he hadn't stopped us from shooting earlier, perhaps he wouldn't have died.
That armor must have been very valuable. But with a life lost, no amount of money could make a difference.
Just as I was lost in thought, a voice suddenly came from the shadow, "Get a few people up here."
The rest of the group was either dead or too injured to move, leaving only five or six of us capable of action.
We counted three, and there were three more in the team. They exchanged glances and then recklessly fled outside.
Zongzi's face looked exceptionally fierce at that moment. There was no choice; the three of us had to step forward.
As we got closer, I confirmed that it was Brother Jiang who was pinning Zongzi down. However, he had numerous wounds on him and was trying to force Black Donkey Hoof into Zongzi's mouth.
Neither Fat Ma nor I had that item; only the Mud Man did, and he naturally didn't hesitate.
He pulled out Black Donkey Hoof and attempted to shove it into Zongzi's mouth, but it wouldn't go in because Zongzi had his mouth tightly shut.
I saw Brother Jiang strike Zongzi hard on the back of his head. Zongzi winced in pain and opened his mouth. Seizing the opportunity, the Mud Man successfully stuffed Black Donkey Hoof into Zongzi's mouth.
Brother Jiang immediately got up, and the three of us reacted accordingly.
We began to retreat. After consuming Black Donkey Hoof, Zongzi thrashed on the ground, letting out agonizing cries. Listening to those sounds made our hearts feel numb and uncomfortable. The cries lasted for about a minute before Zongzi lay still.
Brother Jiang leaned forward to inspect the teacher's corpse, sighed softly, and then sat down nearby to rest and tend to his injuries.
Many others on the ground were still suffering. We got up to help them with their wounds.
Shovel was severely injured, while Xiao Hui had merely fainted; he should wake up after a while.
Taking advantage of the moment, Fat Ma swiftly ran over to Zongzi's side and quickly stripped off his armor.
"Damn, this is pretty heavy," Fat Ma complained.
Brother Jiang opened his eyes and walked straight towards Fat Ma.
Fat Ma's smiling face immediately froze.
Brother Jiang said, "You can't take that!"
Fat Ma had seen his skills earlier, but still pretended to be tough, saying, "First come, first served. Why can't I take it?"
Brother Jiang didn't respond; he simply removed the armor from the man.
Then he felt around on it for a moment before taking out a Combat Knife and laboriously cutting a slit in the inside of the armor. He pulled out an Oracle Bone and said to Fat Ma, "You should have one too."
Seeing this, Fat Ma didn't hesitate and also struggled to cut through the armor. Sure enough, just as Brother Jiang had said, Fat Ma pulled out an Oracle Bone from inside.
When they put the two Oracle Bones together, they were covered in intricate patterns, making it impossible to discern their purpose.
Brother Jiang's expression darkened. "This is not something we can possess." Seizing the moment when Fat Ma was still processing this, he grabbed the bones and ran off.
Fat Ma looked at his empty hands and immediately became furious, chasing after him while cursing, "Damn it! How dare you trick me!"
I followed closely behind with the Mud Man. To our surprise, Brother Jiang jumped down the same exit where the Face-Eating Monkey had come in and vanished without a trace.
Fat Ma nearly jumped in after him but was thankfully held back by the Mud Man.
Fat Ma muttered angrily, "This time I've really taken a big loss."
I hadn't expected him to pull such a stunt. I thought someone who had waited so long for Mr. would be reliable.
I tried to comfort Fat Ma, saying, "Forget it; we didn't even know what that was for!"
Fat Ma let out a muffled sound; I knew he was upset.
I handed him a cigarette, and Fat Ma took a puff.
The Clay Man said, "Let's go over there and take a break, have something to eat!"
Before we arrived, there were more than twenty lively people, but now only seven or eight remained, all battered and bruised.
We had a simple meal. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep almost immediately...
Suddenly, a bright light illuminated my surroundings, and I found myself in an open space.
It was eerily silent, with no one around, and the horizon was just a vast expanse of white.
I walked through this emptiness, moving forward endlessly, as if there were no end in sight.
Out of nowhere, a Bronze Coffin appeared before me.
My scalp tingled instantly as the Coffin Lid opened by itself. In that moment, I felt strangely calm and began to approach the Bronze Coffin. It seemed like something inside was calling to me, and I couldn't refuse.
Just as I was about to step into the Bronze Coffin, someone suddenly grabbed my hand. Before I could react, I was pulled away for quite a distance. As my mind cleared a bit, I realized it was Hills who had grabbed me.
I wanted to call out to her, but she vanished like air.
I looked up at the sky and then at my own hand.
Then I touched my forehead and broke into a cold sweat. When I woke up, I realized it had all been a dream, yet I felt an inexplicable sense of having escaped death.
The Clay Man and Fat Ma were still asleep beside me, and the others were also resting.
I turned on the Searchlight. The scene before me was still chaotic, and I stared blankly ahead. Suddenly, I gasped in realization—the battle armor was gone. Just then, a sound of crying reached my ears.
The sobbing was intermittent, as if a woman were lamenting.
I quickly glanced back at Xiao Hui and found her lying peacefully.
Who could it be? I couldn't help but wonder.
The crying grew increasingly sorrowful, echoing around me and tugging at my heartstrings.
I wanted to wake them up, but seeing how soundly they were sleeping, I hesitated to disturb them. So, I walked over alone.
As I got closer, the sound of crying felt even more unsettling.
I tightened my grip on the Submachine Gun.
I moved toward the direction we had entered from. In the haze, I seemed to hear cries mixed with pleas for help—"Save me, save me."
It seemed someone was in trouble...
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