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I glanced at Hills in slight surprise and nodded in response.
Fat Ma squeezed forward at that moment and asked, "Sister, what are your plans?"
Hills replied, "Can I not answer?" With that, her eyes sparkled with a smile. Fat Ma had no retort and simply responded with an agreeable sound.
Seeing Hills smile, I calmed my thoughts.
Our purpose had shifted from initially helping Hills to now assisting Xiao Nan, or rather, exploring this tomb.
A faint haze filled the chamber, and the blackened hole from the fire seemed less terrifying now. The White Jade Chair at the end of the path flanked by Stone Carved Beasts appeared unusually tranquil.
Hills was unwilling to disclose their plans, so we could only take it step by step. I hadn't anticipated encountering Hills in such a scenario, nor did I expect the feelings she evoked in me.
We gathered together, exactly ten people. The four who came with Hills were indistinguishable among us.
"Can we move now?" I asked Hills.
Hills nodded.
Fat Ma, as the leader, walked at the front while I followed closely behind him. Hills and her companions walked together.
Each of them carried a Crossbow on their backs, which was how Fat Ma and I managed to stay safe.
Fat Ma walked at the front, intently staring at the White Jade Chair, nearly drooling.
The path flanked by Stone Carved Beasts was not long, and I carefully observed the appearance of these mythical creatures along the way.
The four ancient divine beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—were no ordinary beings. I had to admit that the craftsmanship of these artisans was remarkable; the beasts were carved with exquisite detail.
It is said that when the Divine Dragon was created during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it caused quite a stir. Originally lying flat against the wall, when the Divine Dragon was given eyes, it startled the heavens, causing thunder to rumble, and ultimately soared into the sky.
At this moment, there were also four pairs of divine beasts here. I instinctively glanced at their eyes and was relieved to see they indeed had eyes.
Fat Ma quickened his pace and had already reached the side of the White Jade Chair. He reached out to gently touch it but quickly withdrew his hand and immediately beckoned me to come over.
Noticing Fat Ma's anxious tone, I hurried over.
Fat Ma opened his mouth and said, "Old Sun, this is a good thing."
I didn’t respond but followed the line of sight towards the White Jade Chair without reaching out to touch it. Fat Ma whispered in my ear again, "Old Sun, you should know a treasure when you see one!"
I couldn't help but smile; anyone with discerning eyes could tell that this White Jade Chair was definitely not an ordinary item.
I turned back and called out to Hills.
Fat Ma was about to speak again but swallowed his words.
Hills approached, followed closely by the others.
Behind the White Jade Chair was a stone wall, about three to four meters away from it.
As Hills got closer, his gaze was drawn to the White Jade Chair, which was flawless and crystal clear, smooth as a mirror. The chair had been intricately carved, with flowers and trees that seemed to come alive, vividly detailed.
Hills was entranced.
Fat Ma's expression was somewhat unnatural; it felt strange to have someone else eyeing his belongings. Fat Ma had always been meticulous about such matters, even with close friends and family.
After a moment, Hills finally pulled his gaze away.
Fat Ma couldn't help but reach out to touch it again, but was stopped by the Mud Man. "Don't touch it recklessly."
Fat Ma looked at the Mud Man in surprise.
"Don't you remember what happened to Old Mountain Master?" the Mud Man reminded him.
Fat Ma quickly withdrew his hand, forcing a laugh to cover his embarrassment. After all, Old Mountain Master had appeared while sitting in this very White Jade Chair, which might hold some hidden secrets.
Fat Ma spoke up, "I could use a lounge chair for my backyard..." He chuckled lewdly and shot me a glance.
I realized that Fat Ma was clearly asserting his claim. The others seemed uninterested in the chair.
The Clay Man also noticed Fat Ma's sinister expression and said, "Fatty, you need a lounge chair to relax. I'll get you one the next time we go out."
Fat Ma gasped, glaring fiercely at the Clay Man, as if to say, "Do you think I can survive a day without you opposing me?"
The Clay Man chuckled a few times, and Fat Ma joined in the laughter.
Hills walked around the White Jade Chair toward the stone wall.
I was momentarily stunned but followed along.
Fat Ma was still discussing the White Jade Chair with the Clay Man and the others.
The stone wall resembled a screen.
Hills shone his flashlight on the stone wall, which was about 20 square meters in size.
On it was a painting of a person, with very clear lines; the outline of the figure was perfectly highlighted, though the facial features were somewhat unclear. Everything else was distinctly drawn.
He appeared to be wearing armor, holding an extraordinary sword that pointed straight to the sky, exuding an impressive aura. It felt as if standing before this stone wall allowed one to sense his powerful presence.
Suddenly, I recalled the seven murals I had seen earlier, which also depicted a person. If I wasn't mistaken, this should be the same individual, and I gradually concluded that he was the master of this tomb.
Hills stared at it in a daze, and I examined it closely as well.
I didn't know when it happened, but a few people had appeared behind me; they were some companions of Hills.
Fat Ma and the Mud Man were still examining the White Jade Chair. Xiao Nan and Black Glasses stood nearby.
Suddenly, Black Glasses untied the Old Mountain Master from his back and had Xiao Nan support him.
Seeing this, I felt a sense of foreboding and immediately turned to run back.
I shouted for the Mud Man to stop him.
The Mud Man and Fat Ma both looked at me in surprise. At that moment, Black Glasses seized the opportunity to sit on the White Jade Chair.
A chill ran through me as I thought that trouble was about to unfold again. However, after a few seconds, nothing happened with the White Jade Chair.
Fat Ma snapped back to reality and noticed that Black Glasses was sitting on the White Jade Chair. His eyes darted around before he said to me, "Old Sun, you're overreacting. What's the big deal if he sits on the chair for a bit?"
I suddenly felt relieved; as long as nothing went wrong, everything was fine. Just when I thought I could finally relax, it happened.
In an instant, as I let my guard down, both Black Glasses and the White Jade Chair vanished without a trace.
I quickened my pace to catch up, but they were still standing there in a daze.
Once Fat Ma came to his senses, he squatted down and began to fumble around where the White Jade Chair had been placed, mumbling, "Where did it go?"
I immediately joined the group, striking the ground, only to realize that the surface was solid. A living person and a White Jade Chair had just vanished into thin air; it was too bizarre.
"He's gone," I muttered.
I stood up and asked the clay figure, "Did you see anything?"
The clay figure shook its head.
I then turned to Xiao Nan, who was guarding the body of the Old Mountain Master. "Black Glasses, did he say anything to you?"
Xiao Nan's expression was surprisingly calm as he replied, "He said he wanted to avenge his master."
"Why didn't you stop him?" I asked, a bit angrily.
Xiao Nan didn't answer me.
After a moment, I calmed down and glanced at Xiao Nan. He had his head lowered, and I felt a bit embarrassed. "It's not your fault," I said to him.
"Brother Sun, you're right. I should have stopped him," Xiao Nan said weakly.
"It's okay; he'll be fine," I reassured Xiao Nan.
"If he dies, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life," Xiao Nan blurted out.
I sighed lightly and said, "He definitely won't die."
Xiao Nan felt reassured after hearing this.
I should have thought of that earlier. Black Glasses had said something to me before, and I should have been more cautious.
Fat Ma plopped down on the ground, cursing, "This is just damn strange."
Although Hills had followed us, he remained silent.
I felt a bit troubled; my shout had drawn their attention away from Black Glasses's condition.
The Mud Man seemed to be recalling something. There were no traces left at the original spot, which was truly bizarre.
"There must be clues. Nothing happens for no reason," the Mud Man said.
I urged Fat Ma to get up.
Fat Ma grumbled a bit but quickly stood up.
In the empty space, the Mud Man and I crouched down again. After a while, Hills also came over to take a look.
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