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The wildcat, under the intimidation of Fat Ma, was retreating step by step.
Fat Ma turned to me and the clay figure, saying, "What do you think? With Fat Master here, everyone should retreat."
Just then, in a flash, Fat Ma let out a painful cry as the Luoyang Shovel fell to the ground.
A wildcat had bitten his wrist.
The clay figure hurriedly pulled Fat Ma back, but he couldn't contain his anger any longer. With wide eyes, he was about to charge forward.
However, in an instant, he wilted, mumbling, "Old Sun, why do I feel a bit dizzy?" After saying that, he collapsed to the ground, blood still flowing from his wrist, and his lips turned a dark shade.
I panicked and said, "The fat guy might be poisoned."
After succeeding in its attack, the wildcat saw Fat Ma lying on the ground and immediately became fearless. Its gurgling sounds grew more arrogant as it advanced toward us.
Struggling, I hoisted Fat Ma onto my back. The weight was overwhelming, and I silently cursed him. As I turned to head into the tomb passage with Fat Ma on my back, I found my way blocked by the wildcat.
My legs trembled; there was no doubt about Fat Ma's weight. Right now, what mattered most was finding a place to tend to his wounds; otherwise, he might not make it out of here.
I said to the clay figure, "The fat guy needs time to clean his wounds." The clay figure nodded in understanding.
Around us, the wildcats caught the strong scent of blood and were licking their lips.
Their gurgling calls proclaimed their thirst for fresh blood.
I set Fat Ma down from my back and quickly used my knife to make a cut on my arm. Then I shouted to the clay figure, "Help clean up the fat guy's wounds."
I broke free from their encirclement, and sure enough, these wildcats were sensitive to blood. They screeched and charged at me.
The circle opened up a gap, and I aimed to lead them toward the tomb passage.
The Mud Man anxiously called out to me, "Old Sun, don't do anything foolish!"
I replied, "Don't worry about me, just help Fat Ma with his wounds; he's not going to make it." With that, I dashed toward the tomb passage, only to find another group of wildcats waiting there.
If I went in that direction, I would undoubtedly be caught between them and meet my end. Although I had volunteered to be bait, I certainly hadn't volunteered to die!
So I changed direction, picking up more injuries along the way. I tried to run close to the wall to avoid them attacking Fat Ma.
By the time I reached the coffin, I was nearly drenched in blood, covered in wounds from head to toe.
These wildcats were brutal; thankfully, most of the injuries were superficial, but the pain was excruciating!
Suddenly, something grabbed my foot. I looked down and was instantly terrified.
The previous Faceless Female Corpse had turned into a Zombie; it was clutching my pant leg and had pulled itself up. I struggled fiercely against it.
The wildcats were now right in front of me—just my luck! It seemed my fate was sealed! I thought to myself.
But what surprised me was that these wildcats attacked indiscriminately at both me and the Faceless Female Corpse.
Though I was terrified, I saw a glimmer of survival in this chaos.
As the wildcats lunged at me, I took the opportunity to crouch down. All the wildcats that had pounced on me missed entirely. However, the Faceless Female Corpse was struck by the wildcats.
The wild cat pounced on the Faceless Female Corpse, gnawing at it wildly.
I hurriedly escaped to the vicinity of the coffin, where the Old Mountain Master was still admiring the casket.
Seeing me approach, Xiao Nan quickly supported me, his tone filled with concern. "Brother Sun, are you alright?"
I forced a nod, trying to hold myself together.
Lying nearby were the bodies of over a dozen wild cats.
The military knife in Black Glasses' hand glistened with the red blood of the cats under the light.
I glanced at Fat Ma and the Mud Man; the Mud Man was tending to Fat Ma's wounds. There were no wild cats around, which allowed me to breathe a little easier.
However, more and more wild cats gathered around the Faceless Female Corpse, their cooing sounds seemed to call out, and gradually, those surrounding the Old Mountain Master began to move toward the Faceless Female Corpse.
At that moment, they all huddled together, their cooing rising like a tide. Just listening to that sound and seeing their stance would leave an ordinary person weak in the knees, collapsing to the ground.
The Faceless Female Corpse emitted a piercing cry that sent chills down one’s spine.
Taking advantage of this moment, I called out to the Mud Man. Not wanting to speak directly, I gestured for him to take Fat Ma and leave the tomb passage quickly. Unfortunately, the Mud Man approached me while carrying Fat Ma; now all six of us had gathered together.
I was at a loss for words as the Mud Man remained silent.
After a while, I asked him, "How is Fat Ma's injury?"
The Mud Man replied, "I've already drawn out the poisoned blood; he should be fine." Then he scolded me, "Old Sun, don’t do such foolish things in the future."
I chuckled a few times as the Mud Man began to bandage my wounds.
I told him to keep it simple; otherwise, I would end up looking like a mummy. Once the wounds were wrapped, the Mud Man whispered, "If Fat Ma knew I took him away from here and left you behind, he would definitely kill me."
Hearing this, a faint smile crept onto my lips.
I patted the Mud Man on the shoulder and asked him for a cigarette.
The Mud Man refused, saying, "I don't have any."
I reached into his belongings and pulled out a metal box, skillfully extracted a cigarette, and lit it up.
Although the Mud Man had quit smoking, he still prepared cigarettes for me and Fat Ma. Such selflessness was a testament to the genuine friendship forged during the Revolution.
The situation between the Wildcat and the Faceless Female Corpse was becoming increasingly intense.
A number of Wildcats had already fallen to the ground, while the Faceless Female Corpse was oozing black blood.
Legend has it that cat eyes can see ghosts; encountering a Wildcat at night is said to bring misfortune.
Here we were, faced with so many Wildcats. Although we hadn't encountered any ghosts, we did come across a Female Zongzi. Does this count as fulfilling that legend?
Finally, the Wildcats began to show signs of fear and started to retreat.
The Faceless Female Corpse had grown even more eerie and terrifying, with wounds all over its body emitting a foul stench; its blood reeked.
Something was off, and I cautiously warned everyone.
Sure enough, the Faceless Female Corpse began to walk toward our location.
Xiao Nan became a bit nervous, her face turning pale.
I tightened my grip on the dagger in my hand. At this moment, the wildcat had curled up into a ball, not daring to move at all.
The Faceless Female Corpse let out a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine.
It was getting closer. I glanced at Black Glasses; he remained completely still, seemingly devoid of any fear.
Mud Man and I lifted Fat Ma's body, moving it closer to the stone platform.
Old Mountain Master, that old bastard, was still observing the Ebony Coffin.
I spoke sincerely, "Old Mountain Master, please keep an eye on the fat guy for me."
Old Mountain Master slowly turned his head. When I saw his appearance, I was taken aback. In a hoarse voice, he replied, "No problem."
Although I was puzzled about how Old Mountain Master had changed, there was no time to dwell on that now.
Dealing with the Faceless Female Corpse was the priority.
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