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As soon as Fat Ma finished speaking, a white shadow suddenly lunged at me, and I instinctively covered my head with my hands.
I fell backward.
Soon, a tearing pain shot through my arm, and I almost let go. At that moment, I heard Fat Ma say, "Old Sun, I'm coming to save you."
I struggled continuously, feeling a heaviness in my chest. Its four claws gripped me tightly, and no matter how much I shook, I couldn't throw it off.
Sweat broke out on my forehead. Damn, it hurt too much! I shouted, "You guys need to move faster!"
The mud man's dagger had already struck down. The Face-Eating Monkey yelped in pain, its claws loosening immediately. Seizing the opportunity, I rolled over and kicked it hard, sending it flying several meters away.
Fat Ma's submachine gun erupted with sparks. The Face-Eating Monkey let out a sinister cry and jumped a few times before disappearing into the darkness, with all of Fat Ma's bullets missing their target.
Frustrated, Fat Ma chased after it with the gun while Shovel ran over at that moment.
The mud man bandaged my wound. A chunk of flesh had been bitten off from my elbow, and blood was gushing out continuously, making me grit my teeth in pain.
Once he finished, the mud man said, "After we get out of here, you should see a doctor to avoid any lingering effects."
I nodded.
I collected myself; the glass of the searchlight on my head had shattered, scattering light everywhere. The brightness made it hard for me to open my eyes, and the light was making my head spin. So, I took off the searchlight.
Holding the gun, I caught up with them while the mud man followed closely behind.
The Face-Eating Monkey seemed to have vanished without a trace; I had no idea where it was hiding.
Suddenly, I felt a chill on my back. I called out to the mud man. He glanced at me and then looked back—nothing but emptiness.
I realized I was too tense; as my heart dropped from my throat to my stomach, I couldn't help but feel a bit faint.
"Here it comes," the Mud Man said, too quickly for me to raise my gun. I only saw him strike the Face-Eating Monkey down with the butt of his weapon, sending it crashing to the ground. He quickly reacted and opened fire, but he wasn't very skilled with the Submachine Gun, and most of his bullets missed.
I gritted my teeth against the pain and fired a few shots, but it was futile.
"Old Sun, hang in there!" Fat Ma's voice called out as he rushed over.
The Mud Man sniffed the air intently and then slowly moved forward. We followed his lead, with Shovel trailing behind us.
In a corner, we discovered a pool of blood on the ground.
The Mud Man didn't stop; he continued searching ahead. As we approached the bridge, Fat Ma began to spray bullets from his Submachine Gun. I turned to see what he was shooting at.
A white figure darted a few times in the beam of Fat Ma's Searchlight. I saw it drop to the ground, motionless.
Before I could warn him, Fat Ma had already charged forward with his Submachine Gun, unloading an entire magazine into it.
This time it surely couldn't jump around anymore! Fat Ma exclaimed angrily.
When I went over to take a look, its head was smashed into pulp by Fat Ma's bullets.
Shovel glanced at it and then stepped back to stand beside me. The Mud Man said, "Looks like this was an adult Face-Eating Monkey."
Fat Ma blew on the still-smoking muzzle of his gun, the flesh on his plump face trembling with pride. "If I had participated in the War of Resistance against Japan back in the day, those Japanese devils wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant," he said with a sigh. "It's just a shame I was born too late."
I watched him wear an expression of a hero with no battlefield to conquer.
The Mud Man scolded him, "Stop boasting or you'll get yourself killed!"
Fat Ma chuckled a few times, surprisingly not retorting back at the Mud Man. He simply placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "This is pure jealousy!"
Then he asked me, "How's your injury?"
I replied that it was nothing serious, wary that Fat Ma might get carried away with his bravado. He gave me a knowing look as if he understood completely.
However, this time, Fat Ma indeed made a significant contribution, and that cannot be denied.
The Face-Eating Monkey has been killed, so it should be safe now.
"Surely there won't be a third one, right?" I couldn't help but ask.
Fat Ma, clearly not satisfied and eager for more action, said, "Old Sun, don't let your guard down. Experience from the Revolution tells us that once there's one, there could be a second one lurking around. Who knows, the third might even be its father."
Thinking about what Fat Ma said made sense; perhaps it was a family of three on vacation here, and we just happened to encounter them. Two were killed, and maybe the last one got lost.
Seeing me lost in thought, Fat Ma couldn't help but laugh and said, "Old Sun, you don't need to worry. With this guy taken care of, even if its grandfather shows up, I can handle him too."
After some light banter, the area returned to calm.
Each of us had a spare lamp, and I took one out to put back on my head.
The scene before us brightened again.
This tomb chamber, which had originally been quite beautiful, was now in disarray. Bullet holes were everywhere, and bloodstains covered the ground. The air was thick with the stench of blood.
Afterward, the boss continued to instruct everyone to get back to work.
Xiao Hui had been standing next to the boss since the incident without leaving his side.
I lit a cigarette; to ease the pain, Niren stood beside me and lit one as well, followed by Fat Ma.
After a moment of smoking, we joined the team. "I can sense that the boss is wary of us. Even now, he hasn't told us what he's looking for!" I remarked.
Fat Ma replied, "Why worry about that? We just need to focus on ourselves and get what we deserve."
Niren chimed in, "That's right; Fat Ma has a point. Since he doesn't want to share, we might as well just bide our time."
I thought about it too; after all, he was the one paying us. As long as we did our part, that was enough.
The sound of the stream flowed continuously, a gentle murmur in the air.
Suddenly, there was a commotion near the gentleman. The crowd surged toward that direction like a tide. Naturally, Fat Ma wouldn't miss out on any excitement and hurried over.
I saw the gentleman holding an object that resembled a feng shui compass, seemingly trying to locate something.
Then he began to knock and probe at the wall, leaning in to listen closely. Ignoring the crowd's emotions, Fat Ma stepped forward and started banging on the wall as well.
However, he wore a puzzled expression, far less serious than the gentleman. "There's nothing here?" Fat Ma murmured. He then called me over to take a look.
Without hesitation, I approached and started knocking on the wall too, leaning in to listen. "The sound seems off," I blurted out.
Hearing this, Mud Man rushed over, and the three of us began to pound on the wall together.
Finally, Mud Man seemed to pinpoint a location. Half-squatting, he said, "It seems to be here."
The gentleman crouched down, his brow furrowing slightly. "Shovel, explosives."
"There might be a mechanism," I reminded him, but the gentleman clearly lacked patience. Shovel was ordered to install the explosives on the wall.
The gentleman ignored my warning, and we had no choice but to step back.
"Will the explosives collapse the tomb?" Fat Ma asked with concern.
Xiao Hui explained, "No, this is a controlled amount of explosives; it won't have much power."
The gentleman instructed us to stand back. With a loud bang, a small portion of the wall shattered. Once the dust settled, we moved closer.
Inside was a cramped space of about three or four square meters, where a stone coffin lay quietly.
The gentleman seemed somewhat excited.
Only two or three people could fit inside. He entered first, followed immediately by Shovel. I squeezed in after them while Fat Ma could only stand behind and stare in disbelief.
The stone coffin was damaged due to the impact of explosives, but the interior remained intact.
Shovel respectfully suggested, "Sir, we should get it out first!"
The sir nodded in agreement.
With a wave of his hand, Shovel called the people gathered behind to come forward.
They used a thick hemp rope to loop around the coffin and began to pull it out. Fat Ma, unable to hold back, joined in as well. After a great deal of effort, we finally managed to pull the coffin out.
At that moment, we were able to see it in its entirety.
The coffin was about two meters long, nearly one meter wide, and approximately 1.2 meters high. There was no doubt that it was heavy.
The location where it appeared was also worth investigating; it could hardly be considered a burial chamber, as it barely provided enough space for this coffin to fit.
The sir began to examine the coffin closely.
Upon discovering this coffin and then looking at the chamber, it started to resemble a place for burial.
The coffin was gray in color and bore no distinguishing features on its exterior, providing no clues about the identity of the person buried inside.
Fat Ma impatiently said, "Let's open the coffin directly!"
I shot a surprised glance at Fat Ma, recalling that during our first expedition together, he had said that unless absolutely necessary, one should not open another person's coffin.
I teased him, "Aren't you the one who said you wouldn't open a coffin unless it was absolutely necessary?"
Fat Ma struggled to articulate his thoughts and finally mumbled, "Isn't this already an absolute necessity?"
The sir remained calm and was not affected by Fat Ma's words.
Fat Ma had no choice; since Boss did not say to open the coffin, he could only wait anxiously.
After a while, the man let out a helpless sigh and said, "Light it up!" It was clear that he was the kind of person who wouldn't easily open someone else's coffin unless absolutely necessary.
As for Fat Ma, he was the type to sell dog meat under the guise of mutton.
First, he instructed to place four candles around the coffin.
In fact, aside from me and the Fat Ma, who always chatted casually, the others were really not talkative. They simply did whatever the man said.
The candles were quickly lit.
In the next moment, with a whoosh, all the candles went out.
Everyone's expression changed in an instant. What was happening? The man's face also darkened. Even the impatient Fat Ma fell silent.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation. After a moment, the man said again, "Light them again," his tone noticeably quickening.
Each of the four lit a candle again, and as expected, they extinguished once more.
I felt puzzled; there was no wind, so how could the candles go out? A sense of dread washed over me as I looked around at my surroundings; the atmosphere had shifted, a hint of eeriness spreading…
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