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The Dark, Deep Pit exuded a mysterious and eerie allure.
"Let's go down and take a look!" someone suggested.
After some discussion, it was decided that they would descend.
In an instant, Fat Ma was filled with excitement. His previously pale face flushed with a hint of color. This was an opportunity he absolutely could not miss. Of course, it came with its own risks and rewards. Fat Ma immediately took on the role of the leader of the descent, casually shouting amidst the chaos of the crowd. He turned to us and called out, "Old Sun, Mud Man, hurry up and get ready!" The gleam in Fat Ma's eyes was almost palpable. "Where's Old Ghost?" he suddenly remembered to ask.
I pointed ahead; Old Ghost was peering into the Pit.
Fat Ma strode over without hesitation and yanked Old Ghost toward him.
" Fat Ma, let go of me! Or don't blame me for being rude!"
"Damn it, I have a chance to make money here, and you're being rude to me?" With that, he released his grip.
Old Ghost straightened up, visibly angry, but upon hearing the mention of wealth, his expression softened slightly. "Speak."
"We're all going down together. I just took a look; there are definitely good things down there."
"Do you have night vision or something?" I asked.
The Fat Master chuckled, "Old Sun, you really are a novice! This is a skill honed over many years; it's truly one of a kind."
"Stop bragging, or you'll get yourself killed," Old Ghost retorted sarcastically.
The Fat Master scoffed and decided to challenge Old Ghost directly. "Just say it—are you going down? If you're scared, just admit it! I won't laugh at you."
Old Ghost straightened up, showing that he was not afraid of death.
After a few exchanges, Old Ghost finally said with a serious tone, "But to be honest, there is a heavy aura of malevolence down there!"
"Don't scare yourself," someone else chimed in.
In the end, the decision was made: ten people would go down. Including me, the Fat Master, and Mud Man Old Ghost, that made four of us. Zhang Tong stayed above while no one else was assigned to go down, so the total team consisted of ten people.
Those chosen to descend grumbled, "What bad luck."
In truth, the first ones down were no different from those testing the waters; if there were any dangers below, it would surely be the ones at the front who would face them first.
Once the ropes were secured, I, along with Old Ghost and the Fat Master, descended one after another. The pit was deep; when we lowered the ropes, we only had a rough idea of how deep it actually was.
We made thorough preparations before descending. Due to the uncertainty of the depth, we couldn't be sure, but the possibility of hypoxia was high, so each of us carried a small oxygen tank.
As we lowered the rope, we initially let it down fifty meters, given the uncertain depth.
We cautiously slid down the rope.
It felt as if we were being slowly swallowed by a massive maw, and a chilling aura emanated from below, making us feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
The walls of the Pit were constructed from square bricks, which surprised me. Compared to the previous Bronze Tomb Passage, this place featured square bricks, leaving me puzzled. Wasn't this a tomb from the Shang Zhou period? Could it be from the Tang or Ming Qing dynasties instead?
The deeper we went, the more intense that chill became.
The square-brick walls were covered in moss, with droplets of water seeping through.
Our descent was slow, and the Fat Ma's eyes didn't blink once throughout.
"Old Sun, stay sharp!" Fat Ma smiled at me.
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