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"You are going too far," the clay figure said anxiously. The four of them said nothing in a calm voice. Fat Ma touched all the pockets on his body, and a lot of messy things fell out. There was everything: "Old Sun, look for it, see if there is no Black Donkey Hoof, the previous Black Donkey Hoof was all ruined by that Eternal Zongzi. "When Fat Ma mentioned that Eternal Zongzi, the image of Eternal Zongziraw chewing Black Donkey Hoof came to my mind. I couldn't help but feel a little scared. I shook my head, calmed down, squatted down and started to search for Black Donkey Hoof from the messy things in Fat Ma. Soon, I found all Black Donkey Hoof, but But it is incomplete. I picked up the Black Donkey Hoof. When Fat Ma saw it, he slapped his forehead and said: "damn, this is the leftovers from the Zongzi. Fortunately, I was smart and gave it to** ." Hearing this sentence, I couldn't help but look sideways and silently gave Fat Ma a thumbs up. Fat Ma smiled sheepishly. After getting the Black Donkey Hoof, I stood up again. The corpse of the Zombie had disappeared, and the dark beams were still stained with dried blood. And there was bright red blood on the ground. Suddenly, the scream was approaching again. "Oops, get away from that blood stain." I yelled. The clay man and the four Eerie Figures quickly evacuated after hearing my news. I called Zhang Tong and Song Ran Fat Ma and quickly retreated to a corner. Sure enough, a group of Bat soon flew up from the stairs, their piercing screams filled with a smell of bloodlust. Soon the pool of blood on the floor was covered with Bat. After sucking the blood, Bat flew inward and disappeared in an instant. We all breathed a sigh of relief. The four ever-bright lamps that suddenly lit up in the four corners were still not extinguished. Under its light, some spaces were made darker and darker. We walked towards the four ever-bright lamps. We had seen everlasting lanterns when we went to the ground before, so I had a vague feeling about it. I looked up at the rafters. As far as the eye could see, there was no trace of the corpse that had become Zombie. Everything seemed to be calm again.
Fat Ma, having found the backup flashlight due to the failure of Searchlight, grasped it tightly and began shining it around the empty space. He quickly muttered, "Damn, there's nothing here!"
Song Ran spoke up, "What are you looking for, Fatty?"
"Girl, what does Fat Master need to tell you?" he replied dismissively.
"Hmph! If you don't say, I don't want to hear it anyway," she retorted.
Fat Ma scoffed at her and ignored her further.
We continued moving forward without pausing, the area before us was desolate and devoid of any obstacles. Yet, I remained cautious, taking each step with utmost care.
After walking about a hundred meters, a sudden scream pierced the silence. "Ah!"
"Up ahead!" Niren quickly assessed.
He immediately took off running, illuminating the darkness with the beam of light from the flashlight.
Suddenly, I felt my foot snagged on something, and a wave of intense unease washed over me as I glanced around.
"Old Sun, what's wrong?" Fat Ma asked. Just as he spoke, with a whoosh, I was yanked up onto a beam, hanging precariously in mid-air.
I could feel blood seeping from my foot—damn, it hurt like hell.
The unexpected turn of events left everyone in a state of panic. Niren swiftly turned around, aimed for a nearby pillar, and instructed someone to bring over a rope. With a powerful swing, he secured it around the beam. After testing its strength, he climbed up with agility and soon reached the beam.
Zhang Tong rushed forward anxiously to check on me.
I reassured her not to worry; I was fine.
But then a sharp pain surged through me as blood dripped from my ankle onto my face.
The pain intensified; it felt as if something had pierced down to the bone.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath.
"Fatty, what the hell is tying me up?" I gritted my teeth and asked.
Fat Ma shone the flashlight upwards, revealing a thin iron chain tightly wrapped around my ankle, pulling me into the air, and it seemed to be digging into my flesh.
Sweat beads formed on my forehead.
"It's an iron chain, Old Sun. You've lost a lot of blood; hang in there! Don't die on us!"
"Fatty, stop talking nonsense."
I watched the droplets of blood falling down and suddenly thought of that group of Bats.
I hurriedly warned them, "Bats..." As soon as the words left my mouth, everyone realized the severity of the situation. The clay figure that had climbed up to the beam quickened its pace.
Just as the clay figure was about to reach me, a head suddenly appeared, startling it so much that it almost fell off the beam. The clay figure steadied itself, its breathing becoming heavy without it realizing.
The clay figure's expression turned serious as it looked up, and suddenly a withered claw reached out towards it. The clay figure dodged just in time, but when it saw the true form of the claw...
It was startled again. "Damn, that's really disgusting!"
There was that Zongzi, holding a head in its mouth—the very same head from before belonging to the Eerie Figures, and it was still dripping with blood. It was truly nauseating to look at!
The clay figure steadied itself and shouted down, "Someone's coming from that pillar! Hurry and save Old Sun!"
Fat Ma had basically lost his ability to climb, while Zhang Tong and Song Ran were hindered by their own limitations.
Finally, four Eerie Figures began to take action.
One of them climbed quickly up the rope to the beam and moved toward me.
At this moment, I still held onto the Black Donkey Hoof. I shouted for Fat Ma to hand over the Black Donkey Hoof to the clay figure.
"Fat Ma" responded, taking the "Black Donkey Hoof" and shouted to the clay figure, "Clay Man, here’s the Black Donkey Hoof for you."
The clay figure glanced down, not daring to be too distracted.
The "Zongzi," which had a human head clenched in its mouth, was glaring menacingly at the clay figure.
"Throw it up!"
After receiving the command, "Fat Ma" threw the "Black Donkey Hoof" with all his might, and the clay figure caught it perfectly.
"I'm going to shoot; you better dodge," one of the "Eerie Figures" below warned.
The clay figure replied, "Aim for its forehead!"
At that moment, the person who intended to loosen my iron chains had already approached me. He pulled out a dagger, trying to cut through the chains, but as soon as the dagger touched them, an agonizing pain surged through me. I couldn't help but cry out; it seemed this leg was going to be useless.
Upon hearing my scream, "Fat Ma" and "Zhang Tong" rushed over.
"Fatty, make sure you catch him!" the "Eerie Figures" above reminded.
"Fat Ma" acknowledged with a grunt.
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