The fat man raised the short gun that only had one round left, signaling to the muffled oil bottle, as if to say: “How about we just take it on?” The muffled oil bottle waved his hand in disagreement, then showed us how to do it—covering his nose. He covered Panzi’s nose with one hand and turned off the miner’s lamp with the other.

Immediately, we were plunged into absolute darkness. The only sounds around us were the terrifying clattering and my own rapid heartbeat. During this time, all my attention was focused on that sound; I could hear it getting closer, and a very peculiar, fishy odor began to fill the air.

I was so scared that I could hardly breathe, and as the sound grew clearer, I felt like a death row inmate waiting for execution. Suddenly, in a moment of daze, the sound vanished! My heart jolted—had it discovered us?

After what felt like five or six minutes, an extremely eerie yet clear clattering sound suddenly appeared beside us, so vivid that it seemed almost right next to my ear! My scalp tingled, and I pressed my mouth shut to keep from screaming, cold sweat nearly soaking my clothes.

These few minutes were excruciating. My mind was blank, unsure whether death or survival awaited me. After about another thirty seconds, the sound finally began to move away. I sighed in relief—thank heavens, there was finally a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, with a “pfft,” someone let out a fart at that moment.

The sound abruptly disappeared, and at the same time, the miner’s lamp lit up. I immediately saw a huge, monstrous face almost pressed against my nose, with two pupil-less eyes staring straight into mine. I was so frightened that I stumbled back several steps. At that moment, the muffled oil bottle shouted, “Run!” The fat man, seemingly clumsy, was actually very agile; he rolled on the ground, picked up Panzi, and took off running. I followed behind him, cursing, “You fat bastard, was that you who farted?”

The fat man’s face turned red, “Damn it! Which eye of yours saw Fat Lord farting?”

I was really annoyed, “I swear, you’re such a disaster!” Just then, I suddenly heard the fat man scream in front of me, “Ah…”

I was startled and was about to ask him what was wrong when suddenly my foot slipped, and I let out an “ah!” It turned out I hadn’t taken the miner’s lamp, and after turning a few corners, I could barely see anything. At that moment, it felt like the ground beneath me had suddenly vanished; I couldn’t see below and had no idea how deep it was, only feeling like I was falling into an endless abyss.

However, that feeling was quickly replaced by a sharp pain in my backside. Just as I was feeling dizzy, a flash of light suddenly appeared; the fat man had turned on his wolf-eye flashlight. I looked around and saw we were in another stone chamber, very rudimentary, similar to the one where we had just fought the corpse bug, but because of the size difference, I knew it was definitely not the same one. However, the fat man was very nervous at this moment and said, “What a coincidence, could it be that we’re going to get bitten by bugs again here?”

“I wish I had the dull oil bottle with me; at least I wouldn’t have to worry about the bugs. But when I turned around, I was shocked to find that he had disappeared! Could it be that he took a wrong turn? I hurriedly recalled the chaotic moments earlier and realized that I hadn’t even noticed whether he had followed us. Then I thought, that monster must be something else; how could it just let us escape? He must have been behind us, helping to block it for a moment. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was in serious trouble.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that things were not looking good. If this continued, it would inevitably lead to death. The fat guy checked the surroundings, then placed Panzi in a corner and sat down himself, rubbing his backside and saying, ‘By the way, I need to ask you something. Are you also here looking for the Ghost Seal?’

I was baffled by this. ‘Is there really such a thing?’

The fat guy listened carefully and, seeming to confirm that nothing was chasing us, whispered to me, ‘What? You guys know nothing and still dare to come down into this tomb? Do you know who this King Lu Shang is?’

Upon hearing this, I thought I might extract some information from him, so I asked, ‘Isn’t he just a minor feudal lord? I’ve only heard that he could summon ghost soldiers to fight.’

‘Bullshit,’ the fat guy glanced at me disdainfully, ‘Let me tell you, this so-called King Lu Shang and the so-called summoning of ghost soldiers are actually part of a colossal lie. The hidden secrets in this ancient tomb are something you could never guess, no matter how hard you try, unless I tell you.'”