The Lost Tomb Vol. 1

Chapter 68: Melee

I was a little shocked, but then I immediately realized that someone must have lifted up the slate overhead. At that time, I thought it was Uncle Three or A Ning since there was no one else in the tomb with us, but when I looked up, I saw a burly, scaled sea monkey. Its back was bowed and it was looking down at me from above. I peeked out of the corner of my eye and saw that its shoulder was bloody and there was a spear sticking out of it. I sighed in my heart—it looked like the saying about enemies inevitably crossing paths really was fucking true. This thing was really obsessed with me.

I didn't expect that such a dramatic thing would happen to me so I was at a total loss for a moment. But at this time, I suddenly felt someone tugging on my pants. I looked down and saw that it was Poker-Face. He was motioning for me to go down quickly. I glanced back at the sea monkey's huge body and immediately knew what Poker-Face was trying to do so I hurriedly crawled back down. The tunnel below me was sloped and cramped so Poker-Face and I were already squished together, which made it very hard to move. But now that I was in a hurry, it was even harder to move, which meant that I was half a beat slower than before. I only managed to crawl a few steps forward before the sea monkey suddenly made a rumbling sound and thrust its head down into the tunnel. When I saw that sea monkey's sinister face coming straight towards me, I was so scared that my feet slipped and my butt ended up slamming against the tunnel wall.

Although my butt was sore, I took this opportunity to slide down the tunnel, telling myself that the heavens had blessed me since I could escape quickly like this. The sea monkey was so large that it definitely wouldn't be able to get in no matter how hard it tried so I could finally take a moment to calm my racing heart.

I thought it was a beautiful miracle at the time, but I forgot that the heavens didn't obey human desires—I had only slid down half a meter when I suddenly found Fatty blocking the way below. He was crawling wildly up the tunnel while shouting, "Go up! Go up! That bitch is here again!"

I was shocked when I heard it and immediately looked behind him, only to see that a large mass of hair was crawling around the last bend in the tunnel. I cursed in my heart, sure enough, blessings never come in pairs but misfortune never comes alone. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. I hurriedly threw my lighter to Fatty so that he could defend himself and then looked up to see what was going on above. But right as I moved my neck, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I turned my head and saw that the sea monkey's shoulders were too wide to fit into the tunnel but its neck was still very flexible and could stretch pretty far. I hadn't been paying attention to it just now and ended up getting bit on my right shoulder.

I knew I was in trouble now. It had bitten me in such a way that its fangs had sunk deep into my flesh to the point that I almost fainted from the pain, but its teeth didn't pierce through my bones or muscles at all. I was just about to put up a struggle when it suddenly yanked me hard and dragged me out of the tunnel.

I dangled in the air, hanging from the sea monkey's teeth—it didn't seem like it wanted to kill me right away, but I knew that it could tear my shoulder in two as long as it jerked its head. Even though I was absolutely terrified at this time, I knew I had to resist. As I frantically looked around, I suddenly saw the spear sticking out of the sea monkey's shoulder and gave it a hard kick. This time, I managed to hit it just right so it became embedded even deeper. The sea monkey suddenly howled and threw me aside.

I used all of my strength to try and soften my landing as I rolled on the ground about seven or eight times, but when I tried to stand up again, I found that my right hand was completely useless. The sea monkey flew into a rage at the pain, roared a few times, and then rushed towards me again. But this time, it went straight for my neck as if it wanted to rip my throat out.