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But now I couldn't see the full view of these pillars. There were forty-nine Stone Pillars, and I could only make out a few nearby; the rest remained a mystery to me.
Where had I seen these intricate patterns before? I racked my brain, but at that moment, I couldn't recall any information about them, even though I knew I had seen them somewhere.
Fat Ma watched me as I was about to go crazy and urged me to calm down.
I nodded in response. Indeed, there was no need to rush; the more anxious I became, the harder it was to remember the origins of these patterns. Using the light from the Searchlight, I focused intently on the Stone Pillars.
After a while, I couldn't help but reach out to touch them. Just as my fingers were about to make contact, Fat Ma stopped me.
"Old Sun, have you lost your mind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
The recent memory of the Ambush Fire seemed to burn vividly in front of me, bringing back some rationality, and I withdrew my hand.
These Ambush Fires had been buried within these Stone Pillars for at least hundreds of years; how could they still be so potent? The fuel inside seemed unchanged, still capable of releasing fierce flames.
With no other options available, I continued to ponder the source of those patterns.
After thinking for a while with no results, I simply sat down on the ground, bowed my head in meditation, and then looked up at the Stone Pillars again. Suddenly, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck my mind—I realized that these patterns resembled those on the Bronze Fish.
With this thought in mind, I scrutinized them even more closely, my eyes nearly pressing against the Stone Pillars.
"Old Sun, what's wrong with you?" Fat Ma asked, concerned about my strange behavior and fearing that I might provoke those Stone Pillars again.
"Fat Ma, I figured out what those patterns are about!"
Upon hearing this, Fat Ma became even more excited than I was. He quickly turned the 'gun' towards the Stone Pillar, and his chubby hand darted forward to touch it.
The moment Fat Ma's hand made contact with the Stone Pillar, I thought to myself that we were in trouble. Without a second thought, I grabbed Fat Ma and threw ourselves to the ground.
As expected, several bursts of Ambush Fire shot out, singeing our hair in an instant and nearly leaving us both bald.
"Damn it," I cursed under my breath.
Fat Ma rolled over and got up, cursing as well, but soon he burst into laughter. "Old Sun, you've turned into a bald donkey!"
I touched my head and felt some smooth patches. It made me slightly annoyed. Seeing Fat Ma still laughing uncontrollably, I said, "Laugh all you want, damn it. You're just as bald as I am."
Upon hearing this, Fat Ma's laughter abruptly stopped. His face fell into a frown as he cursed the ancestors of the tomb owner for a good while before calming down.
"Damn! We really took a big hit this time."
Both of us sat on the ground, and Fat Ma continued to mutter curses occasionally.
"What do we do now?" I blurted out.
"Didn't you say you figured out what those ghostly patterns were?"
It was truly infuriating; if Fat Ma hadn't mentioned it, I would have completely forgotten about that matter. I stood up and stared at the patterns, and at that moment, they felt entirely different from how I had perceived them before.
Now, there was a genuine sense of familiarity. The patterns had transformed into the markings on the Bronze Fish Body.
I was already quite familiar with the Bronze Fish. I had carried it with me for several years and had encountered it numerous times, so I was very clear about the markings on it.
As I gazed at the patterns on the Stone Pillar, I suddenly noticed something: this solitary Stone Pillar did not represent a complete pattern. Although I couldn't be certain that these patterns combined formed the true essence of the Bronze Fish, I understood that this part must be a complete combination of something.
I looked towards the distant Stone Pillar, and at that moment, I felt a sense of helplessness deep within me.
I collected my thoughts and called out to Fat Ma to get up. I decided to take the risk and move forward.
Fat Ma agreed with my idea.
I glanced back at the fallen corpses, planning to continue along that same route.
I told Fat Ma to be cautious; if anything unexpected happened, he should quickly retreat to where we started. Fat Ma nodded in response.
I lifted my foot and took the first step. As soon as my foot landed, time seemed to freeze for an instant. Thankfully, nothing went wrong. I took another step forward, and once again, all was well.
After taking three or four steps like this, my courage grew bolder.
Without hesitating like a timid woman, I moved forward another three steps, still met with calmness. Then I stopped to observe the patterns on the Stone Pillar.
These patterns had changed compared to those on the previous Stone Pillar. I tried to connect them in my mind; they resembled waves—like surging tides—this scene floated into my thoughts.
I had now seen nearly ten Stone Pillars in total.
Fat Ma was following behind me. After realizing that there didn't seem to be much danger, he grew bolder and started whistling a tune.
After a while, he began recounting stories from his past in the Northeast.
"Old Sun, did you know? I started working in the fields when I was just ten years old."
"Yeah, I know."
"Back then, we discovered the Tomb of the Northeast King at Tiger's Mouth. Damn it." Fat Ma became more and more excited as he spoke, occasionally seeking my opinion.
"Uh-huh, got it." I always responded like this.
Fat Ma seemed a bit displeased. "Old Sun, are you even listening to me?"
"Alright, let's keep moving."
Fat Ma immediately wilted but continued to lecture me for a few minutes. By then, I had already taken three or four steps ahead, and Fat Ma was following me absentmindedly.
Just then, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
Fat Ma, tired from talking, instinctively leaned against a Stone Pillar, putting all his weight on it.
By the time Fat Ma realized what was happening, it was too late. The Stone Pillar suddenly began to spin wildly, and Fat Ma lost his balance and fell to the ground.
I heard the rumbling sound of the Stone Pillar spinning, and panic set in. I quickly turned around and pulled him back.
The Stone Pillar suddenly transformed into a hedgehog, its surroundings filled with gleaming sharp weapons.
Fat Ma was dragged forward about half a meter by my pull, but I was still a moment too late. He let out a terrible scream, veins bulging on his forehead.
"What happened?"
Fat Ma gritted his teeth and said with a pained expression, "I've been hit!"
I turned to look and saw three gleaming weapons embedded in Fat Ma's leg. Blood was already oozing out, so I hurriedly dragged him forward again.
"What on earth is going on?"
"Damn it, how would I know!"
As I pulled Fat Ma along, the spinning Stone Pillar shot out another blade.
At that moment, cold sweat broke out on Fat Ma's forehead from the pain.
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