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I poured all my thoughts into that flame; it was Hills, within the Flame, there was actually Hills. In an instant, she fell like a kite with a broken string from the Long Bridge. My heart tightened, and for a moment, it seemed to forget how to beat. My hands and feet couldn't help but twitch.
But at that moment, I was utterly powerless, only able to witness the tragedy unfold. My breathing quickened as I watched the person I admired vanish before my eyes; that kind of pain was truly indescribable.
I struggled to rise on the swaying Long Bridge, glanced down at the cliff below, took a deep breath, and leaped...
Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand. When I opened my eyes, I found myself facing Zhang Tong. I lay in her embrace, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I met Zhang Tong's watery gaze. I felt a bit dazed; what was happening?
I wore a puzzled expression.
Zhang Tong had a faint smile on her lips. "You finally woke up."
"Ah!"
Old Sun, have you done something wrong? Suddenly came Fat Ma's voice. Under the lamppost, I saw the chubby face of the man. His complexion was still somewhat pale, and he didn't look very well, but he had survived.
"You’re not dead yet."
"Spit, spit, spit! Old Sun, you have such a cursed tongue!" Fat Ma was in high spirits for a moment but spoke too quickly and started coughing a bit. Once he recovered, he grinned mischievously and said, "Old Sun, feeling comfortable?"
Hearing Fat Ma's words made me realize how I felt like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. I quickly scrambled to my feet, but due to my sudden movement, my body felt somewhat unsteady! I swayed a couple of times.
I was supported by the Mud Man.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You and Fat Ma were both affected by the Corpse Poison."
Just as I was about to respond to the Mud Man, Zhang Tong stood up again, holding onto my arm, his eyes wide as he looked at me. I felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze and asked, "Are you okay?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted saying something so foolish.
Zhang Tong's brows furrowed slightly in displeasure, but he quickly relaxed.
The Mud Man seemed to ignore Zhang Tong's presence entirely and continued talking to me, saying that I had almost ended up like Fat Ma, on the brink of death.
Could it be that I had just experienced another dream? But that dream felt so real—every movement, every scene seemed tangible, and the Hills felt within reach, completely unlike an illusion.
I felt a bit lost and couldn't help but ask, "Was I really unconscious just now?"
Zhang Tong and the Mud Man exchanged smiles at my question.
I shook my head; perhaps it really was just a dream. Putting that thought aside, I later learned that the poisonous Zongzi had been dealt with. Aside from me and Fat Ma making sacrifices, everyone else was safe and sound.
In a way, that was good. I inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
The bronze-cast tomb passage had once again returned to tranquility. After a brief rest, our team continued to move forward, and many people had heightened their vigilance following the recent incident.
The construction of the entire tomb passage appeared relatively standard at first glance, but there was one notable difference: this passage was made of bronze. Its craftsmanship was unparalleled; the sheer effort required for the bronze flooring alone was impressive, and the intricate patterns painted upon it were remarkably lifelike.
However, at that moment, my unease grew even stronger.
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