The Lost Tomb Vol. 1

Chapter 47: Lots of Hair

A few strands of hair in an underwater tomb that could still move... most people would immediately think of a ghost. Fortunately, that stone slab was separating us, so even if there was a ghost, it couldn't get through.

Fatty seemed unwilling to give up when he couldn't catch the strands of hair and actually pointed his flashlight into the gap to try and see what was behind it. I wasn't as brave as him—it wasn't like there was a lack of horror movies involving hair—so I just moved further away from the slab while keeping an eye on him.

He leaned in to look at it closely, as if he really saw something. Then he seemed to pause in confusion before pulling himself together and leaning in for a closer look. This time, his reaction was much stronger—he suddenly recoiled, swam back several meters like he was running for his life, and then turned around and shook his fist at us desperately. At first, I thought he was going to hit me, but then I remembered what it meant. Shit! I thought to myself. This is the sign for us to run for our lives!

But nothing seemed to have happened just now. I reflexively looked back and saw that the stone slab blocking our path was suddenly rising upward and a black mass was seeping out from the ever-widening gap below. I hurriedly swam a few steps back, thinking that it was some kind of poisonous water, but when I took a closer look, I felt my jaw tense up from fright—that black mass was actually human hair!

Fatty saw that we were reacting slowly and swam back to pull us along. It was only at that moment that we came back to our sense and swam for our lives. But we were underwater, so the more nervous we were, the more energy we consumed and the slower we swam. I was so panicked that I couldn't keep my movements in sync so I just followed Fatty's method of using the wall as a springboard. Although it wasn't very elegant, it was a lot faster and felt nice to have something solid beneath my feet.

We did this about twenty times before we came to the first turn in the passage. Fatty grabbed us and motioned for us to hide behind the corner, indicating that we should assess the situation first.

We were all breathing heavily as we hurriedly looked back. My God! The entire tomb passage behind us was full of hair that was moving in a dark, massive tangle. I felt my throat tighten at the sight of it. How many years would it take to grow so long?! Fatty cursed, picked up the speargun, took aim at the center of the black mass, and fired. He probably thought that the spear could pierce through it, because when he saw it fly quickly for six or seven meters before suddenly slowing down and getting tangled in the hair, his face turned pale.

But the spear still played a role. The hair actually seemed to be sentient and recoiled before surging back up and thrashing around like something was about to come out of it. As we immediately became alert, Fatty loaded another spear and got ready to get closer to it and fire another shot. But at this time, the hair suddenly seemed to shrink and surge up again, and then I saw a dead man get pushed out from the deepest part of the hair.

The man was wearing the same diving suit as us so I thought that maybe he was one of our three missing people. I took a quick look and saw that his nose and mouth were full of hair, and even his two eyeballs had hair sprouting from them. It was obvious that he had suffocated to death. But now his body was swollen and bloated from being underwater, which made for an ugly sight.

As soon as I saw this, I felt my scalp go numb. This hair was obviously very strange so I wanted to hurry up and get as far away from it as possible. I moved to pull Fatty along, but when I looked up, I found that he had disappeared. Feeling shocked, I quickly looked around and saw that he had already swam far away and was waving his fist at us from a distance.

I cursed in my heart, how dare you run to a safe place first and then warn us! I hurriedly motioned for Bald Zhang and A Ning to follow and then went after Fatty. He was still complaining about our slow response so I went up and kicked him in the ass. Fatty didn't agree with this treatment and moved to fight me but A Ning came between us and quickly pointed to the passage behind us. As soon as I looked, I knew that running for our lives was more important right now. But once we made it out, I'd definitely fucking settle things with him.