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Was this Black Zongzi not yet a corpse? Then how had Fat Ma been affected by the Corpse Poison? The more I thought about it, the more surprised I felt.
At that moment, the dark Zongzi had completely emerged from the Secret Compartment, perfectly matching the length of the tomb passage, effectively splitting it in two and leaving the clay figure trapped on the other side.
Although the Zongzi's eyes were tightly shut, it would be unwise to judge whether it had transformed into a corpse based solely on that. In our line of work, we had to be cautious; a moment's carelessness could lead to disaster.
The half-dead Fat Ma lying on the ground was a living example of that.
I felt a tightening in my chest; this Zongzi exuded an oppressive aura. Its dark and ugly appearance, combined with a strong, foul odor, assaulted both my vision and sense of smell, creating an overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to spread within me.
I swallowed hard and fixed my gaze on the corpse. Thinking about Fat Ma's current state, I asked, "Fish Head Elder, can we proceed?" I gripped the dagger in my hand, ready to extract what the clay figure referred to as the Zongzi's Heart's Blood.
"Go ahead," Fish Head Elder's words broke the stalemate.
Though I was terrified, I forced myself to suppress it. Under the beam of my flashlight, I stepped forward with the dagger in hand and crouched down. At that moment, I could no longer care about the intense stench; all I could think about was how to steal the Black Zongzi's Heart's Blood.
My mind raced as a plan quickly formed: strike decisively. If I hesitated and triggered the Zongzi's transformation into a corpse, things could become even more complicated. With that determination in mind, I swiftly raised my hand, ready to strike down.
But suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist.
My back was already drenched in sweat. I looked up and saw it was the clay figure's hand.
The Clay Man spoke to me in a serious tone, "Do not act rashly; this Zongzi may very well carry Corpse Poison."
His words not only shocked me but also left everyone else stunned. However, upon reflection, his analysis made perfect sense. After all, how could Fat Ma have been afflicted by Corpse Poison without the presence of a Zombie?
I looked at the Clay Man and asked, "What should we do then?"
At that moment, the Clay Man glanced over at the Fat Ma and let out a barely noticeable sigh.
"Prepare protective measures and get to work."
Upon hearing the Clay Man's suggestion, the Fish Head Elder also found it quite reasonable.
Once we settled on this plan, we quickly took action. Since we had brought ample supplies this time, our basic protective gear was more than sufficient. I was soon equipped, as was the Clay Man.
The Fish Head Elder and Old Wang, being older, were not asked to assist.
With gas masks and disinfected gloves on, the Clay Man and I effectively isolated ourselves from any contact with the Zongzi.
"Are we ready?" I whispered.
The Clay Man nodded.
I gripped my dagger tightly and slowly approached the Zongzi. Just as I was about to strike, suddenly, the Zongzi moved slightly. In an instant, my heart felt like it was lodged in my throat, and my mind went blank.
The clay figure reacted quickly, pulling me back. I wasn't prepared and fell backward, my hands hitting the ground. I didn't grip the dagger properly, and it cut a gash in my palm, blood gushing out in an instant.
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