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Fat Ma chuckled a few times, his laughter echoing in the darkness.
The place was shrouded in utter blackness, the space seemingly extending infinitely downward, with many unknowns waiting for us to explore.
Some thick pillars obstructed our view, making visibility far from ideal. With each step, we tread carefully.
The ground was a chaotic mess, littered with various items that had been eroded by time and were now in tatters.
"Hey! There's a skeleton," Fat Ma exclaimed in surprise.
Following the light, I looked down at the ground and saw a piece of white bone that resembled a hand. I took a few steps closer and slowly crouched down.
Zhang Tong also crouched beside me.
I picked up the bone and examined it; some areas had already turned yellow and black. Zhang Tong pointed at the bone and said, "This piece of bone is at least a hundred years old."
Hearing this, I looked at Zhang Tong in confusion.
Zhang Tong explained, "Bones have what we call 'bone age.' You can determine their age through this."
I suddenly understood. After staring at the bone for a while, I tossed it back onto the ground.
Meanwhile, Fat Ma had already wandered off, searching for other items.
The darkness spread around us, making it impossible to see each other's faces clearly.
The clay figure remained close to the corpse, never straying even a step away.
At that moment, my searchlight was already dimming, as if it could extinguish at any moment. The faint yellow light could only illuminate the area right in front of my feet.
It grew darker and finally, the lights suddenly went out completely, plunging me into darkness.
"Ah..."
At the moment my searchlight extinguished, a sharp scream pierced the silence, sending chills down my spine as I felt an unsettling sense of empathy.
"Old Sun, what's wrong?" Fat Ma shouted quickly.
"It’s not me."
My response instantly shifted the atmosphere to something eerie.
"Then who is it?" I whispered to myself.
In such an environment, it was hard not to think in other directions—strange and sinister...
"Quick, look around..."
As soon as I finished speaking, several beams of light began to move about. I pulled out a spare flashlight from my backpack, and in an instant, my surroundings lit up. But the next second, I was frozen in shock.
There lay a bloodied figure at my feet, face down and covered in blood.
I instinctively took a few steps back, my heart racing as a chill coursed through my veins.
Zhang Tong beside me jumped in fright, stepping back cautiously while still gripping my hand tightly, his face filled with terror.
I stared at the person lying before us, took a deep breath, and called over the Mud Man and Fat Ma.
The six of us examined the bloodied figure once more.
After staring for a while, Fat Ma said, "She should be dead by now!" With that, he gently nudged the person with his foot.
"Maybe," I echoed Fat Ma's words.
"This is likely part of the same group as those guys before."
I knew who Fat Ma was referring to.
Fat Ma nudged the corpse again, and seeing no reaction, muttered, "Let's see if there's anything valuable left behind."
He crouched down...
"She's moving!" I suddenly shouted.
"She's not dead."
Upon hearing this, Fat Ma sprang back as if shocked, pulling his hand away quickly.
"Damn it, Old Sun, don't scare me like that!"
Fat Ma seemed a bit frightened.
"If you're not afraid of the dead, what are you scared of a living person for?"
"Damn, a living person means robbery!"
I was momentarily speechless.
Since she was alive, there was no reason to leave her be. I crouched down and turned her over; her messy hair obscured her face.
I tested her breath with my hand; it was faint, but still there—at least she wasn't dead.
I pushed her hair aside, wanting to see Lushan's true face, but as I did, not only I but everyone else was once again taken aback.
"Song Ran!" Zhang Tong exclaimed.
Though the congealed blood had stained her face, I felt as if I could see her features more clearly. Her brows and eyes seemed more familiar than ever.
A voice suddenly echoed in my mind: "Maybe she isn't Song Ran!"
"Saving her is the priority," a sudden voice interjected.
I stepped back a bit while the Mud Man examined her wounds. Finally, he remarked, "This is quite strange."
"What is it?" I asked anxiously.
"All the blood has dried up, yet these are merely superficial wounds, and her pulse is very strong."
The Mud Man quickly bandaged her wounds and then offered her some water. Halfway through, she choked awake.
After waking up, she snatched the water bottle from the Mud Man's hands and poured it down her throat with fervor.
Her black hair was matted against her face, making it hard for me to see clearly.
Watching her actions, I couldn't help but wonder if she had never drunk water in her past life.
With a loud thud, she tossed the water bottle aside.
Yet she still cried out for more water.
I quickly handed over my water bottle. She took it and gulped down the contents fiercely. After finishing the second bottle, she finally stopped, gasping for breath, and wiped the blood and dirt from her face, making it even messier.
" Mr. Ma, do you have any water left?"
Fat Ma's eyes darted around, and he didn't pass the water. Instead, he asked, "Who are you?"
She slowly stood up.
"Song Ran," Zhang Tong suddenly called out.
But she didn’t react.
"Who exactly are you?" I couldn't help but ask.
She turned her gaze toward me, standing gracefully in front of me, her eyes calmly fixed on mine.
At that moment, I dared not meet her gaze.
"Old Sun, you don’t remember me?" she asked tentatively.
I looked at her with confusion, but inside I was already feeling anxious.
I stared at her, waiting for her to reveal herself.
After about five or six seconds, she finally spoke a few words: "I am Hills."
Those four words struck me like thunder on a clear day, leaving my mind in disarray.
"You say you are Hills?"
"Mm," she nodded.
"Are you really Hilly Big Sister?"
"Absolutely!"
I looked at the person in front of me. Although a bit messy, there was an undeniable aura about her.
Could she really be Hills?
Is she really Hills? A question suddenly surged in my mind.
Yes. A sudden affirmative answer came to me.
"Hilly Big Sister, what are you doing here?" Fat Ma suddenly asked.
But before Hills could respond, Zhang Tong interjected, "Isn't she Song Ran? How did she become Hills?"
"She is Hills."
Fat Ma ignored both my and Zhang Tong's comments, still fixated on Hills, waiting for her answer. Fat Ma's gaze was intense; I had never seen him so serious while asking a question.
She didn't answer right away, seemingly pondering something.
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