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"Now is not the time to leave," she said, pressing her lips together. Her black hair partially obscured her face. The Bronze Coffin stood ominously beside her, cold and eerie.
"But I feel like this is a dead end," I replied candidly.
Fat Ma nodded heavily in agreement with my words.
Zhang Tong's expression was grave; he understood the current situation.
"Let's go, Old Sun. Bring Hillside Girl with us," Fat Ma urged.
Just as Fat Ma finished speaking, suddenly, the beam of light from the flashlight in my hand swept across a dazzling crimson hue that unexpectedly fell upon the Bronze Coffin.
At first, there was silence.
Then, the Bronze Coffin began to shake violently.
In the darkness, I saw her face—particularly pale yet remarkably stubborn. I quickly pulled out a white bandage and wrapped it tightly around her injured hand. The bleeding stopped immediately, but the Bronze Coffin moved like a kite with its string cut, swaying more and more wildly.
"This is bad," Niren murmured softly, his pupils constricting before he took a deep breath.
After I finished bandaging her, I couldn't take my eyes off the Bronze Coffin, staring intently and waiting for something to happen.
Perhaps this is fate.
I couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Fat Ma noticed that I wasn't moving, so he also stopped in his tracks.
Time passed second by second, but each moment felt incredibly precious, for the Bronze Ghost Coffin before us was certainly not benign. Finally, the Bronze Coffin ceased its shaking.
However, in the next moment, a sudden change occurred. The Coffin Lid seemed to lose its gravitational pull and was launched high into the air, crashing down with a tremendous noise that caused the floor to collapse. The Coffin Lid fell from the third floor to the second.
We were stunned beyond measure, unable to suppress a gasp of shock.
When we turned our gaze back to the Bronze Coffin, a faint Youlan light was emanating from within, hazy and indistinct, making it impossible to discern its depth.
What was meant to happen had finally arrived, I silently thought.
"What do we do now?" Fat Ma asked earnestly.
I swallowed hard, unsure of what our next step should be.
The Mud Man instructed one of the Eerie Figures to place the Old Sect Master's body aside. This unexpected turn of events made the Mud Man exceedingly cautious; the Youlan light appeared as if it were emanating from hell itself—strange and eerie.
I felt my legs trembling.
Just then, suddenly...
A 'head' emerged from the coffin. It slowly seemed to rise from within, and then one foot stepped out of the coffin, followed by the other.
He was surrounded by a faint light of Youlan, holding a weapon resembling a sickle. The upper part was like a sickle, while the pole was as long as a spear.
He slowly walked out of the coffin...
I recognized him at a glance; he was the Yin Soldier, having come up from hell.
We all held our breath, not daring to make a sound.
Even she was the same, though at that moment her gaze seemed piercingly bright.
The first Yin Soldier appeared, followed by a second...
They stood in a row, and one after another, about twenty Yin Soldiers emerged from the coffin, instantly enveloping the space in a chilling aura of Youlan.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.
I thought to myself that it was bad; someone was definitely coming. Sure enough, a group of people abruptly appeared before us. In the light of Youlan, their expressions were unmistakable—some were shocked, while others were greedy.
I glanced over and recognized a few familiar faces: Fish Head Elder and that mysterious figure. Fish Head Elder looked dispirited and in poor condition.
I stared at him, and he stared back at me.
Suddenly, he shouted at me, “Kid, why are you standing over there, and why are you with her?” His voice carried an urgent tone.
I was momentarily taken aback.
"Come here quickly."
I glanced at her, but she remained unmoved.
"You all come over here," Fish Head Elder repeated anxiously.
Hearing that voice, everyone understood the seriousness of the situation.
"Go over!" Zhang Tong urged.
The mysterious figure standing next to Fish Head Elder couldn't help but shift their feet.
At this point, I no longer hesitated. After all, so many lives were at stake. I instructed Fat Ma and the others to head over to Fish Head Elder. Once Fat Ma made the decision, he hurried toward Fish Head Elder.
Just as I was about to move as well, she grabbed my arm.
"You can't go over there," she said softly, looking at me.
When Zhang Tong had walked halfway and noticed I was still lingering in place, he couldn't help but turn back.
But just as Zhang Tong turned around, in an instant, everyone seemed to be entranced. Youlan's Yin Soldiers began to move, and it was as if they had lost their minds, stepping in sync with the Yin Soldiers.
The line of people stretched longer.
I felt an increasing sense of terror.
At this moment, even the clay figures were out of control; it was too frightening.
She and I stood there in a daze, and by the time we reacted, they had formed a line, slowly moving and beginning to chant.
It seemed to be Ghostly Script.
I shouted, trying to wake them up, but it had no effect. I took a step forward to chase after them, but she pulled me back.
"Don't."
I turned to her and said, "No."
Suddenly, she yanked me back, and then a bizarre scene unfolded: a flame erupted from her palm, growing hotter and more intense.
Slowly, it even dispersed some of the Youlan light.
With a flick of her hand, the flame detached from her palm and began to chase after the line.
Soon, someone was startled awake, breaking into a cold sweat and retreating in fear.
One by one, more people were roused from their stupor.
Fat Ma screamed and ran back, while the clay figures gasped in shock.
The Yin Soldier seemed to sense movement, and the Youlan light emanating from its body grew stronger, while the flame flickered dimmer.
She spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She shook her head.
My gaze shifted, and I suddenly noticed that Zhang Tong was following the group of Youlan Yin Soldiers as if she had lost her soul. My heart tightened, and without any hesitation, I chased after her.
Soon, I caught up with Zhang Tong. I grabbed her hand, wanting to pull her away, but when I touched her, it felt like I was hitting a steel plate—unyielding and hard, as if she had completely lost her vitality.
I tried to tug her back. But in the end, I found that she didn’t budge at all; instead, she was being pulled forward along with me.
My feet scraped against the ground, causing my wound to throb with pain.
I exerted all my strength to try to pull Zhang Tong back.
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