Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
During that time, one of my feet slipped away from the position of the coffin. Fortunately, the clay figure pulled me back just in time, preventing me from falling.
Everyone was in a panic; several times, someone nearly tumbled down, but in those moments of crisis, they were all pulled back to safety.
After a while, the violent shaking finally came to a stop.
Fortunately, the tomb chamber did not collapse, and we all breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"It's over."
At that moment, we realized our hands were resting on the coffin and hurriedly withdrew them.
"Damn it, that scared the hell out of me," the fat guy complained.
"As long as we're okay," I replied calmly.
After some time passed and everyone settled down, we decided what to do next. We all sat down, and the area where the coffin was placed became our refuge.
Looking ahead, what had once been a vast ocean was now a ruin. The dome above had torn open in several places, yet surprisingly, it had not collapsed. Our flashlight was also running low on batteries, so we switched to the spare ones.
The thrill of having narrowly escaped death echoed in my chest, even though we had not completely shaken off danger.
"What should we do now, Brother Sun?" Residual Anger asked me.
Now our retreat was completely blocked; going back was practically impossible. If someone were to ask why we hadn't chosen to retreat earlier, it would mean nothing at all. But what had happened had already occurred; it was too late for any explanations.
"Don't rush," I could only respond like this.
"Open this coffin," the Fat Ma said angrily. He was about to take action: "Old Sun, come over and lend a hand."
A piece of cloth covered the coffin, and its color was yellow, though it was already tattered beyond recognition. Without hesitation, the Fat Ma pulled off the yellow cloth.
A black coffin appeared before our eyes, looking rather ordinary at first glance. However, I felt it looked somewhat familiar.
This seemed to be the same coffin from the tomb connected to that dark hole we had encountered earlier.
I remembered that the Mud Man and I had opened it before, but it had been completely empty. Yet afterward, the Mud Man claimed he had never gone down there. How could this coffin be here now?
It was truly puzzling.
Perhaps it wasn't the same one, but it certainly looked very similar from the outside.
"What if we open the coffin and a Zombie comes out?" Zhang Tong's words made both the Mud Man and Fat Ma freeze. In this confined space, if a Zongzi emerged, there would be nowhere to escape.
Fat Ma seemed to ponder for a moment: "Alright, Mud Man, you go ahead and open the coffin. If there's a Zongzi inside, I'll shoot it into a sieve immediately."
Seeing that the Mud Man didn't respond, Fat Ma leaned in closer: "Mud Man, what do you think of this idea?"
The Mud Man's expression changed slightly: " Fat Ma, you always take advantage of me."
Fat Ma chuckled a few times, and just like that, the deal was struck. One person alone couldn't open the coffin, so I joined in.
"Fatty, make sure to seize the moment," I couldn't help but remind him.
Fat Ma held several guns, their barrels pointed at us, exuding confidence.
Zhang Tong and the other two stepped back behind Fat Ma to avoid any accidental discharge.
The mud man and I had been partners for several years, so we had developed a certain understanding. After exchanging a glance, we were already in agreement.
One of us took one angle.
I carefully examined the coffin; there was already a gap between the Coffin Lid and the Coffin. Seeing this made my heart race—it looked too familiar.
I tried to flip the Coffin Lid directly, but it wasn't practical since the Coffin Lid was firmly held by the Coffin Nails. To open the coffin, we needed to remove those nails.
Given that the coffin was somewhat decayed, it wasn't too difficult to get started.
Once we removed the Coffin Nails, the mud man and I exchanged another glance.
Fatty watched our entire process, tightening his grip on the gun. At this moment, there could be no mistakes.
"Alright," Fatty said.
With no more reservations, the mud man and I gritted our teeth and forcefully flipped the Coffin Lid open. Then we stepped back a few paces, our eyes never leaving the coffin. After a few minutes passed, there was still no movement from within.
I moved forward again with the Mud Man, and when I saw the situation inside the coffin, my scalp tingled, while the Mud Man let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed that there was no body buried inside; it was an empty coffin.
This was exactly the same as what I had encountered before. I almost doubted whether I was still dreaming. I stared blankly at the empty coffin, my expression somewhat dazed.
Fat Ma charged forward with a machine gun like a bandit, asking, "Is there anything good in here?" However, upon seeing the inside, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"Damn, so many guards are watching over an empty coffin," Fat Ma muttered. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Without any hesitation, he reached into the coffin and pulled out a Bronze Artifact.
Finally, there was a fish that slipped through the net! Fat Ma's wounded spirit found some solace.
"Hey! Why does this thing look familiar?"
Fat Ma held it in his hand and examined it closely, trying to recall where he had seen it before. "Mud Man, take a look."
The Mud Man couldn't remember either.
At that moment, Fat Ma patted me on the back. I felt as if I had been startled awake, breaking into a cold sweat with an unnatural expression on my face.
"Old Sun, take a look at this."
I took a deep breath to regain my composure and accepted the Bronze item from Fat Ma's hand.
Fat Ma shone a light for me. As I looked closely, I realized it resembled a fish, though it was missing half of its head. Almost instinctively, I took out the Bronze Fish Mouth that was hanging from my body.
When they saw the Bronze Fish Mouth, both Fat Ma and the clay figure were taken aback.
I noticed my hands trembling, unable to stop, as if I was approaching some kind of truth.
Zhang Tong and the others also cast their gazes over. However, they were unaware of the reasons behind it.
Fat Ma said, "Old Sun, see if you can connect them."
Under our astonished eyes, the Bronze Fish Mouth and the Bronze Fish Body came together. As I combined them, I felt something slowly reviving.
"It's done! The price is definitely going to skyrocket this time!" Fat Ma exclaimed excitedly.
Zhang Tong, however, was not very impressed with Fat Ma's antique dealer antics.
Suddenly, I remembered a report I had seen on my father's desk. It was about the Bronze Fish Mouth, claiming to be the key to the so-called Ghostly Heavenly Palace.
The newspaper was from the Nineteen Forties, when the Bronze Fish Mouth was first discovered. At that time, I thought there might be several Bronze Fish Mouths and thus several keys.
Now it seems that is not the case; there is only one Bronze Fish Mouth. But why did we find this Bronze Fish Mouth during the educated youth movement in Shaanxi?
Decades have passed since then.
Logically speaking, after the Bronze Fish Mouth was excavated, it should have belonged to the state and shouldn’t have appeared in a tomb. This is a puzzling aspect.
Comment 0 Comment Count