I’m not sure what the fat guy meant by that, but I know I would definitely not be a qualified lower half. That thing, without the constraints of legs, moved like a spider, starting to crawl. The fat guy and I turned around and finally began to run like crazy.

Without caring whether we would trip over anything underfoot, we leaped and crossed each other in a zigzag pattern, running wildly. The fat guy was still fiddling with the grenade, seemingly having lost it. When that thing chased after the fat guy and got close to me, he shouted to attract its attention. When it was about to catch up to the fat guy, I shouted to lure it over.

As we ran further away, the canyon moved farther from the bronze gate, the stones became larger, and the scattered rocks became more exaggerated. The canyon grew narrower, and many loose stones fell from above, getting stuck between the cliffs. They formed stone bridges. Some of these bridges were quite thick, lodged about half a person’s height above the canyon floor. We couldn’t climb up, so we had to roll down below. We were afraid that these stones would suddenly slip down and crush us into Indian flatbreads.

We crawled frantically into the gaps beneath the stone bridges. The deeper we went, the more constricted it became. Soon, we had to lie down to continue moving forward. The fat guy pointed his torch ahead and discovered it was a dead end. The other side was solid, with no exit. At the same time, we saw the short guy Feng curled up in the deepest part of the gap, looking at us with an innocent expression.

“If this idiot had any ambition, he might actually be someone,” the fat guy said. “Who would have thought to hide here?”

I thought to myself that he definitely didn’t hide here; he, like us, had stumbled in by mistake. Just then, we heard a loud bang. Turning around, we saw the King of Hell had crawled into the gap, desperately squeezing in.

Its arms were too numerous, becoming a hindrance in this confined space. The fat guy pointed the torch defensively; the stones on the ground were massive and could not be lifted as weapons. We could only wave the torch around to bluff.

The thing got halfway in and then stopped, flailing around but unable to advance any further. Its closest hand reached out, just a hair’s breadth away from the fat guy’s torch, unable to extend any further, and the fat guy couldn’t strike it either.

“Well, this is awkward,” the fat guy said, pulling back the torch and shrinking back with me, finally starting to catch his breath.

Slowly, we calmed down. All of that thing’s hands were still sliding around, but to be honest, I was too exhausted to feel disgusted or anything. At this moment, the intense pain in my arm began to overwhelm me like a tidal wave. The fat guy shone the torch on it and let out a click of his tongue. He propped the torch up and helped me reset my arm.

I knew the fat guy wasn’t very skilled at this; Xiao Hua had an almost divine understanding of people, but the fat guy knew more about pork chops than joints. But with my arm in this position, I couldn’t do anything. The fat guy grabbed my wrist and pressed on the joint, causing me to scream immediately, “Can’t you say something to distract me?”

“Uh, actually, every time I go to your house, I use your toothbrush,” the fat guy said, pressing down suddenly. I immediately arched my back, cold sweat pouring down my body. I pushed him away with my other hand, “Wait, wait, wait, while that’s enough for me to fight you, it’s still not enough to distract me!”

The chubby guy shook his hand and said, “Then I have to say that you won’t be able to handle it. The young man came to see you before, and he told me some things.” I looked at the chubby guy, and my mind instantly exploded: “What did you say—ah!!!!” The chubby guy pressed down and pulled, and my arm was reset with an extremely cringeworthy cracking sound.