The Lost Tomb Vol. 3

Chapter 42: Thousand-Armed Guanyin

The flare in the sky went out and darkness quickly descended once more. Pan Zi immediately fired another flare into the air, everyone below opening fire as it exploded brightly overhead. More than a dozen tongues of flame shot into the air, and soon several of those flying shadows began to fall.

Bright light could temporarily disorient these things, much like how a bear would be unable to tell if you were human if you started walking and quacking like a duck in front of it. But this was only temporary. If I remembered correctly, this was our last flare.

I knew that with so many strange birds flying around, once the flare went out and we were surrounded by darkness once more, we'd be ruthlessly hunted and killed.

The strange birds were flying lower and lower, some of them even sweeping right over our heads. We didn't have enough bullets for such high-intensity shooting, and soon several of the guns became useless. Fatty was also in an extremely critical situation. No matter how tough he was, if no one saved him, I knew he'd definitely die for sure this time.

Just as I was feeling at a loss as to how to handle this dilemma, Fatty suddenly fired a shot by my foot, startling me from my confused thoughts. I looked up and saw him mouthing something at me—he was telling us to run!

I steeled my heart and said to Pan Zi, "Take Uncle Three and the others and run to the end of the rift. This is the birds' nesting ground, which means they must fly out along the rift in order to find food. Follow the direction they're coming from and run there. Don't worry about me, I'll save Fatty!"

Pan Zi grabbed me and said, "Can you do it? Why don't I save Fatty and you take Master Three with you?"

"I can't carry the old man!" I said before raising my hand and showing him my wound. "Plus, my blood is special. I'll be fine!"

Seeing my wound, Pan Zi immediately calmed down and nodded at me, "Be careful. We'll wait for you outside!" Then he put Uncle Three on his back, shouted "Follow me!" to the others, and began running toward the end of the rift.

I took the gun Pan Zi had thrown to me and quickly checked the magazine to see how many bullets were left—only three. So fucking generous. The others rushed past me, shouting at me to follow, but I ignored them all. At this time, I suddenly noticed that A Ning was still standing there, her face pale and body completely motionless.

I went up and pushed her, telling her to go quickly, but she shook my hand off, cocked her gun, and raised it into a firing position. I didn't know what she was planning to do, but I knew that it was useless to try and persuade her to leave. Deciding to ignore her for now, I ran towards the stone platform with my gun in hand.

Fortunately, even in such a chaotic environment, the huge centipedes lying dormant around the coffin platform still didn't wake up. Maybe they had died long ago after hibernating for so many years.

But there was no time to worry about them in our current situation. "Fatty, give me the fifty-six bullets!" I shouted. "I'll cover you!"

Fatty's own gun was a Type-56 rifle, and all the bullets he had on him were also for the Type-56. But he had needed to reduce the amount of weight he was carrying when he climbed up the chain, so he didn't take his gun with him. That was why he was using Kirk's M16 now, even though there weren't many bullets left. But if he used them all up while he was still up there, then he'd definitely be done for. His best chance of survival was to get down on the ground.

Fatty, hearing my shout, immediately moved his gun to one hand and used his other hand to pull out a few magazines and throw them to me. I only managed to catch one, but I quickly loaded it into the gun and started firing. Under my covering fire, Fatty quickly crawled along the chain to the place where he initially climbed up, slid down as fast as lighting, and waved at me to run.