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I looked down and saw the flashlight I had dropped earlier. I tried it, and it still worked.
This was a high-priced item bought from the black market by Third Granduncle Master, an old fox, from a retired Russian soldier. It was a 50-lumen flashlight with a beam distance of up to 1000 meters in good visibility; the aluminum body even had a folding knife attached, making it lightweight and convenient for single women to carry.
Third Granduncle Master's only redeeming quality was his willingness to spend money and his understanding of how to enjoy life. He embodied the worst of capitalism, and teaming up with him for missions allowed me to benefit from his extravagance.
Of course, I personally despised and even loathed such corrupt practices. But as the saying goes, "Use others' resources to save your own." My actions were entirely aimed at contributing to our great communist cause.
Just as I was about to survey the area, my senior sister suddenly pointed at the locator. The Moon Meteorite in the center was emitting a blinding red light. "Look! They are nearby!"
My eyelids twitched, and I suddenly had a strong premonition that my junior brothers must be within these countless Buddha Caves.
My senior sister and I immediately split up, heading east and west to search each Buddha Cave. Based on the range of the Moon Meteorite's flickering light, we deduced that my junior brothers were likely in the lower one or two levels of the Buddha Caves and wouldn't have gone higher.
As I searched, I noticed that the closer I got to the ground level Buddha Caves, the fresher the corpses inside appeared, with an even stronger stench. Some looked like they had just died within four hours. Among them was one familiar face—it was Dali.
His head was smashed open, blood covering his face, which looked gruesome. But that wasn't the worst part; what made my stomach churn was that his right eyelid was missing, as if something had scratched it off, leaving his murky eyeball fully exposed and almost dangling out! My God, that little bead of an eye stared directly at me… My scalp prickled with fear!
I quickly moved the flashlight away, pinched my scalp, and went to check the next one. Although I had mentally prepared myself, I still gasped when I saw the next person.
That person's head had completely changed; their face resembled a flattened rotten persimmon. Their nose and eyes had turned into a mushy mess, white brain matter oozing down and mixing with blood in a grotesque display. Even more disgusting was that this person had likely just fallen from above; their brain matter hadn't dried yet and kept dripping down… My goodness! Before I could even vomit, someone beside me had already started to throw up.
The Senior Sister immediately turned her back, likely afraid I would see her in a moment of embarrassment. I suppressed the urge to help her and turned away as well. At that moment, she suddenly tugged at my arm, probably to confirm that I hadn’t peeked. I quickly reassured her, “Don’t worry, I didn’t look.”
With a sudden pull, she spun me around one hundred eighty degrees and pointed toward a figure in the Buddha Cave, saying, “It’s not me who’s vomiting; it’s him.”
I was taken aback; this was something new! I had never heard of anyone named Gan Shi vomiting before. I wondered how Old Qiao would react if he were here.
Suddenly, I found it strange. The Gan Shi looked rather fresh, and his clothes seemed somewhat familiar—definitely someone from this era who had just been discarded. He was sitting cross-legged in the Buddha Cave, his head drooping to his chest, and was retching white foam from his mouth.
At that moment, I clearly saw one of his fingers twitch. I hurriedly told the Senior Sister, “He’s not dead; he’s still alive!”
I rushed over in a few quick steps and realized this person looked extremely familiar. When I lifted his head to take a closer look, it turned out to be Old Qiao!
“Old Qiao? Old Qiao!” I shook his shoulders and called out twice. Old Qiao seemed to respond faintly; his eyelids fluttered slightly, and both his eye sockets and lips were darkened. It appeared he had been poisoned by the same toxin as the Senior Sister—both had been harmed by the noxious fumes of the Frugivorous Civet.
I quickly beckoned to the Senior Sister, “Give me a hand; let’s get him out of here.”
Although the Senior Sister had always disdained Old Qiao, at such a critical moment, she set aside her prejudices and helped me lift him out of the Buddha Cave.
As soon as the Buddha Cave was emptied, I felt a powerful suction pulling at me as if trying to draw me back in to fill the void. I quickly stepped back a few paces until I gradually escaped that force.
The Senior Sister was strong; she dropped Old Qiao onto the ground and said disdainfully, “Hmph! If I had known it was this old man, I would have left him in there!”
At that moment, I noticed that our Junior Brother and A Li were in the two Buddha Caves behind Old Qiao. They joined us in lifting those two out as well. Throughout this process, every time we emptied a Buddha Cave, an intense suction would emerge from within, attempting to pull people back inside. After we rescued our Junior Brother and A Li, we turned back to check on Old Qiao only to find that half of his body had already been sucked back into the Buddha Cave again.
The Frugivorous Civet only needed to throw the half-dead individuals off the Black Cloud Abyss, and the powerful suction generated by the Buddha Cave would automatically draw them in. It seemed as if this was part of some sacrificial ritual that required a continuous supply of offerings, with the Brown Spotted Civet playing the role of the sorcerer.
What would happen after filling this place with thousands of corpses?
I had no time to ponder further. To avoid being sucked into the Buddha Cave again, we moved the three individuals to the center of the cave, closer to the Great Buddha. I instructed my senior sister to take care of them while I went to search for others.
After searching for a while, I found even Wang Meng's snake-headed corpse, but there was still no sign of Cold Bench or Third Granduncle Master. I asked my senior sister to bring out the locator again and discovered that only near Old Qiao did the central Moon Meteorite continue to glow. When I flipped it over, I indeed found the Aroma Pouch containing the meteorite on Old Qiao.
At that moment, Old Qiao suddenly woke up. His complexion was poor, but fortunately, he had expelled all the residual poison from his body. With some good rest, he should be able to recover.
When Old Qiao saw me, he was momentarily stunned before he threw his arms around me, crying bitterly, "Damn it! I thought I would never see you again! Weren't you dragged away by that big black Mao Mouse? Are we... are we in the underworld now? It doesn't matter if you're dead; I haven't lived enough yet..."
Hearing this, I realized he was rambling and quickly pushed him away, supporting his head so he could see clearly. "You're the one who's dead! Take a good look; this is not the underworld."
Old Qiao stared blankly around until he caught sight of my senior sister's cold face. He immediately shivered and clutched my hand, hiding behind me as he cried out, "Damn it! You're the one who can't rest in peace! Look at that female ghost in front of you; isn't she the infamous Nie Qian?" (To be continued.)
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