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Suddenly, I felt a surge of power coursing through my body, as if I were an invincible general.
With the Bronze Sword in hand, I approached Fat Ma, who was pinned down by a Zongzi. Two more Zongzi were advancing toward us. I swung my sword and struck one of the Zongzi on the head, and its head fell to the ground with a thud.
My actions seemed to enrage the remaining Zongzi, who charged at me. Yet, at that moment, I felt no fear. Gripping the Bronze Sword tightly, I charged forward again, stabbing another Zongzi. Black blood splattered all over me, but I didn’t stop; I felt a fiery passion burning within me. All I wanted was to fight.
These Zongzi were clearly weaker than the previous one. I swung my sword wildly, and soon enough, most of them lay dead or wounded.
I scanned the battlefield.
Fat Ma and the Mud Man had gathered together, both covered in blood. It seemed they had sustained serious injuries. As I watched them, my gaze began to drift. Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through me.
I saw armor sprouting from my body, slowly covering me entirely. The stinging sensation felt like boiling oil being poured onto my skin, penetrating deep into my bones.
In my daze, I thought I heard Fat Ma calling for me and the Mud Man's voice as well, but they seemed to fade further away.
The pain forced me to scream out loud; my consciousness was becoming increasingly blurry...
After a while, the pain vanished, replaced by a sense of lightness and tranquility. I looked at my body; the armor had somehow disappeared, and I had returned to my original form.
I called out for Fat Ma, but there was no response. Then I shouted for the Mud Man, but it was equally silent. It was then that I began to pay attention to my surroundings and was shocked to find that I was no longer in the original tomb.
Now, I stood on a Long Bridge that stretched endlessly before me. Below was an abyss; the cold wind howled like tearing fabric in my ears.
Just as I wondered where this place could be, suddenly the entire world plunged into darkness. I dared not move; one misstep could lead to disaster.
The chilling wind sent shivers down my spine as unease began to grow within me, slowly morphing into fear. Just then, light appeared at the other end of the Long Bridge—it was a Mysterious Violet light.
I recalled seeing that strange group before; had they captured me? My eyes fixated on that orb of Mysterious Violet light.
Suddenly, in the glow of the Mysterious Violet light, I saw someone I recognized—Hills. Waves of emotion surged within me. How could Hills be here?
I shouted her name loudly, but received no response. It was as if Hills couldn’t see me; she looked around in confusion, her face extremely pale. Suddenly, a flush of color appeared on her ashen face, and then she began to shout, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. She started running, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the light, as if trapped in a painted circle, struggling like a cornered beast. The expression on her face grew increasingly pained, and my heart tightened inexplicably.
I hurried towards Long Bridge, wanting to help her. Just as I reached halfway, Hills seemed to lose her will to fight and jumped into the abyss.
In that moment, it felt like my heart had stopped. The entire world began to collapse around me. I cursed myself for not running faster—if only I had been quicker, perhaps Hills wouldn’t have gotten into trouble.
Just when despair overwhelmed me, Hills suddenly appeared in my line of sight. Her pale complexion looked as white as washed starch. I slowly reached out my hand to pull her back. As if tears were about to flow from her eyes, I wanted to wipe them away. But in the next instant, tears streamed down her face—not tears of sorrow, but blood. I was startled and asked her what was wrong, but it was as if she didn’t hear my voice.
Panic surged through me again. What should I do? The blood kept flowing more and more until it started seeping from her skin. Soon enough, she was almost submerged in it.
I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me when suddenly I heard someone calling my name—it sounded like Fat Ma.
The voice grew louder and more real. “Wake up! Wake up!” Fat Ma shouted. Through my blurred vision, I saw Fat Ma’s large face.
Fat Ma grinned widely and said, “Old Sun, you finally woke up.”
I blurted out, “What happened to Hills?”
Fat Ma looked puzzled and replied, “What Hills? Oh,” he deliberately elongated the word. “Old Sun, I get it! Once we get out of here, I’ll help you propose to Sister Hills.”
My voice was weak as I said, “Fat Ma, don’t joke around.”
Fat Ma chuckled a few times but stopped teasing me.
The clay figure also leaned in and asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”
I nodded but didn’t reveal the content of the nightmare.
I slowly stood up, looking at the scattered bodies of the Zongzi on the ground. "What happened here?"
Fat Ma stepped forward and said, "Old Sun, don't you remember what happened?" I shook my head, indicating that I had no idea.
Fat Ma seemed to want to say something but was interrupted by the Mud Man.
Fat Ma chuckled a few times and then fell silent, asking if I felt any discomfort.
I shook my head again, signaling that I was fine.
"Let's rest for a bit," the Mud Man suggested. Noticing their bandaged bodies, I asked, "Are your injuries serious?"
They assured me it was nothing. Looking at Fat Ma, I could tell he was full of energy. The Mud Man appeared a bit weak but was also okay, which eased my worries.
After experiencing such a life-and-death situation, we found ourselves momentarily directionless, unsure of what to do next.
The three of us sat on the ground in silence, the flashlight extinguished, leaving us unable to see each other.
Thankfully, it had all been just a dream.
About half an hour passed when Fat Ma got up and said, "Let's get back to work."
Neither the Mud Man nor I objected. We stood up and left the tomb chamber without mentioning the Bronze Sword.
The boxes containing Bronze Vessels and other treasures went unexamined, but I knew Fat Ma had probably taken quite a bit for himself.
As we passed through the tomb chamber, we entered a large hall that was about the size of half a football field. The beam of the flashlight illuminated two stone-carved mythical beasts that left me speechless. These creatures were incredibly tall—almost three meters high—imposing in their grandeur.
Moreover, the entire tomb chamber was arranged with great order; the floor was paved with blue stone bricks. Walking on it produced sounds reminiscent of listening to a piece of history.
The tomb chamber was supported by several large pillars, with thick beams resting on top, ensuring that this room had stood firm for thousands of years.
As I marveled at the craftsmanship around me, the Mud Man spoke up, "This should be the main burial chamber."
I thought about it and agreed, but I wondered why there was no coffin here.
Fat Ma pointed his flashlight above my head and said, "Old Sun, look up there."
Following his finger, I felt a momentary shock. A massive Bronze Coffin was suspended from the ceiling.
It was more than twice the size of an ordinary coffin.
Aside from two large Stone Carved Beasts in the chamber, it was otherwise empty—at least within my line of sight.
Due to an earlier injury, Fat Ma wasn't very agile.
He muttered, "I don’t think we’ll find anything here. That Bronze Coffin is hung so high; damn it, they clearly don’t intend for us to open it."
Hearing Fat Ma say this made me want to laugh. Who would want their coffin opened after being buried?
The Mud Man's expression turned serious, completely lacking the teasing demeanor he had when we first met. After a moment, he uttered a few words: "If it really comes to nothing, let’s just call it a day."
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