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I must admit, Ma Rulong's acting is truly comparable to those so-called movie kings. Several elderly villagers were completely fooled by him, and after losing their Three Souls and Seven Souls, they shouted for more money! From ten thousand to fifteen thousand, then to twenty thousand, and finally thirty thousand. The price had tripled before Ma Rulong helplessly said, "Alright, alright, the heavens have a benevolent nature. Today, I will go all out for you all and do a good deed, which counts as great merit. However, I am not doing this for money; wealth is merely an external object, like dirt..."
The elderly villagers quickly agreed, not daring to express any doubts. Yet their pained expressions betrayed everything. It was precisely because of this that Ma Rulong knew if he pushed further, they might really withdraw, so he agreed. At the same time, he stated that the Evil Spirit in that pit was too powerful; with his Dao Xing, he might not be able to subdue it. However, he would do his best, but if it truly proved difficult, he hoped they wouldn't hold it against him. As for the Reward, if he succeeded, he would take it all; if not, he would only take half!
The elders exchanged glances with each other; they had no better options and could only agree to such harsh conditions. Ma Rulong maintained a serious expression and waved at me, saying, "Come on, let's go exorcise the evil spirits!"
I exclaimed in surprise, "What does this have to do with me? I'm just here to watch the excitement..."
Ma Rulong didn't listen to my protests and directly pulled me up the hill. He was quite strong; I couldn't break free. Halfway up, he whispered, "We need to put on a show. You came with me; if you don't come along, how can they believe us?"
I said that the pit was mysterious; did he really dare to go down there for thirty thousand? Ma Rulong replied, "Not necessarily; let's see first. If it's truly dangerous, we can retreat. Anyway, even if we fail, we still get fifteen thousand; I'll give you two thousand then."
Upon hearing this, I turned around and wanted to go back down. What kind of joke was this? To accompany him in such a dangerous situation for only two thousand? Ma Rulong quickly stopped me and persuaded me again until he raised the amount to five thousand before I reluctantly agreed.
Just as he said, the deal was already on the table; even if we went down now, we could still get fifteen thousand without much psychological burden. Plus, I was genuinely curious about what lay in that deep pit. Didn't that young man who drove say that a villager rushed in after a stray dog and then the dog screamed for a while before going silent?
Soon enough, we returned to the front of the deep pit. The compass continued to shake rapidly as if malfunctioning. Ma Rulong stepped on the edge and peeked inside before signaling me to prepare to enter. I suggested finding a flashlight first. He dismissed it by saying there was no need for that; we would only go in two or three meters, squat for twenty or thirty minutes, and then scream a couple of times before coming back to collect our money.
I couldn't help but laugh dryly and said he was being too much...
Ma Rulong chuckled without refuting me. He held the compass in front while I followed behind. The deep pit was large enough for a person to stand upright completely; however, it was too dark inside to see anything at all. After walking just a few steps, I bumped into Ma Rulong's back and realized he had already stopped.
I asked, "Are we just squatting here?"
Ma Rulong remained silent. After I asked again, he finally said to me, "Did you see any light just now?"
I replied, "You're so fat, blocking everything; how could anyone see? Wait a minute, did you see the light?"
Ma Rulong nodded and said, "There was a flash of light in front just now, but it was too quick to see what it was."
I felt a chill run down my spine, thinking to myself that I hoped it wasn't some kind of ghost. Before I could ask Ma Rulong if we should leave, I suddenly sensed a faint Yin Qi slowly approaching from the front. The Yin Qi was very weak. Ma Rulong sniffed and let out a soft sound, indicating he had noticed it too. He was very cautious, placing his hand on the compass and murmuring a few words under his breath. I couldn't hear clearly, but I vaguely caught a few phrases like "treasure" and "go quickly."
Speaking of which, every time Ma Rulong used the compass, he had to bite his finger and smear blood on it. I really doubted how he could still be so fat after losing blood every day.
At that moment, the thick Yin Qi from the compass surged out and headed deeper inside. It was obvious that Ma Rulong was using the compass to investigate. After a while, the Yin Qi still hadn't returned, and Ma Rulong began to get anxious. He patted the compass and muttered, "What's going on? Where did it go?"
I asked, "What's wrong?"
Ma Rulong hesitated and said, "There might be something going on..."
That was just stating the obvious; I already knew something was up; otherwise, where would this Yin Qi come from? However, this Yin Qi was very weak, even weaker than the spirits in the Yin talisman. With my White Olive Amulet for protection, I wasn't afraid. After waiting a bit longer, I felt it was about time to leave and report back. However, Ma Rulong refused and intended to go deeper to take a look.
I said, "Are you out of your mind? Didn't we agree before coming in that we'd just stay here for half an hour before going back for money?"
Ma Rulong seemed a bit anxious and said, "This is a different situation!"
I asked what he meant by that. He wouldn't say directly; when pressed for an answer, he impatiently replied, "Then you can leave; I'll go by myself!"
After saying that, he took a step forward into the depths. I hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to follow him. The reason I dared to take the risk and venture deeper was that the Yin Qi here wasn't strong, and I felt it would be somewhat disloyal to leave him like this. To see the path ahead more clearly, I took out my phone for light. However, at that time, very few phones had the "flashlight" feature we have now. The light from the screen alone wasn't enough to illuminate anything clearly.
Ma Rulong walked quickly and anxiously, as if worried about something. We had no idea how far we had gone when we suddenly heard a faint roar. The sound startled both of us. I trembled and asked, "Did you hear that?"
"Of course I heard it!" Ma Rulong replied.
I asked what it was. He said he didn't know, but it could be some kind of wild beast, like a wolf or a leopard. I scoffed, "Are you kidding? What kind of wild beast would come here?" Ma Rulong fell silent; he knew the likelihood of that was slim. While it's possible that beasts might hide in certain caves, this wasn't a deep mountain area where such creatures would typically reside. Moreover, the pervasive Yin Qi added a layer of mist to the surroundings. Unless we were truly foolish, we wouldn't think it was wolves or leopards.
The roar echoed for a moment before slowly fading away. After hesitating for a bit, we continued forward. But not long after, another roar sounded, and this time it was completely different; it actually sounded somewhat like a tiger's roar. Both Ma Rulong and I were puzzled—could there be a tiger hiding here?
If it were just a tiger, that would be somewhat manageable; although fierce, Ma Rulong was confident he could handle it. Hearing him say that eased my mind.
The deep pit sloped downward, and after walking for a short while, suddenly a tiger's roar exploded in my ears. I jumped in fright, nearly leaping up. Ma Rulong quickly faced the direction of the sound and shouted, "What the hell!"
The sound reverberated loudly and continuously within the deep pit. It was then that I noticed how spacious it had become; it was many times larger than when we entered. We had been walking for nearly ten minutes now, and logically speaking, we should have felt stifled by now. However, the air was fresh along the way, indicating that this deep pit was not a dead end.
At that moment, Ma Rulong sniffed the air as if he had detected something and quickly ran off in a certain direction. I hurriedly called out to him while quickly following behind. We ran to an unknown location where the tiger's roar sounded again—very close, as if right beside us. I was drenched in sweat; the majesty of the king of beasts was not something an ordinary person like me could withstand.
But Ma Rulong showed no fear; instead, he listened carefully to discern the direction of the sound and ran even faster. After about ten seconds, we stopped at a certain spot. Ma Rulong borrowed my phone and held it up to shine light above. When he illuminated that area clearly, the tiger's roar echoed once more. I distinctly heard that the sound came from above us. But this time, I wasn't afraid anymore because where Ma Rulong was shining his light was a narrow crevice.
Wind blew down from there, creating a sound like a roaring tiger. I let out a sigh of relief and joked, "I thought we might get to show off some tiger skin; who knew it was just the wind? What a disappointment."
Ma Rulong stared at the crevice for quite some time, mumbling something under his breath.
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