Daomu Biji: Restart

There was a strange statue in the middle of the tomb passage. The lighter cast a dim glow so I couldn’t see the whole picture clearly, but I already knew that it was a statue of the Thunder God.

The statue’s color had completely flaked off, leaving only a few patches, and the ceramic surface was rough. The Thunder God held his left hand high while his right hand rested on his waist. His face had been destroyed, but I knew it was a thunder god statue because of the two drums around his waist.

The statue looked very worn. It was possible the pottery had been heated layer by layer, since the outermost layers were broken and peeling off like some kind of mummy. The reason I thought it was so unusual was because the statue was so clean. It was like it was emitting a magic power to keep all the sea cockroaches off of it.

The wall of the tomb passage was practically covered in bugs, and they kept falling on me from time to time. As I gradually recovered, I could feel the barbs on their legs hooking into my skin.

Actually, now that I noticed it, I was already covered in them.

I kept slapping them away, but I was too afraid to touch the statue. That strange, boisterous sound was coming from the darkness behind it.

Poker-Face had been right below me, so it was no accident that the mud broke through the rock wall. When my body was pressed up against it earlier, I could feel that the reliefs were all made from pottery that had been stuck onto the cliff wall. If Fatty and Poker-Face hadn’t choked to death, they probably broke the reliefs with a random bump from the hard parts of their body. And if there was also a tomb passage hidden in the wall behind them, then they shouldn’t be that far below my feet.

They wouldn’t die from something like this.

Although I was surprised that I had been a little afraid of death, I felt that this sudden fear probably only belonged to people with my character.

I couldn’t help but worry about Liu Sang. He had been in a very bad position just now, but we didn’t have time to take care of him. If he had been buried in the mud, then he was probably in the last few minutes of his life right now.

I set my lighter down and started knocking on the ground with the back of my Kukri’s blade. The sound transmission here was very good, so the sound echoed clearly throughout the tomb passage.

I didn’t want to use my whistle because the sound was too sharp. I didn’t know what was in the depths of the tomb passage and I was afraid too much noise might bring me danger.

Soon, the sound of metal hitting the ground came from somewhere below my feet.

Fatty and I had two special tapping communication methods, but they weren’t Morse code because his English was so poor.

I listened to the sounds, sure that it was Fatty because the tapping rhythm was very familiar. But I was confused as I listened carefully to what he had to say.

The message was very strange. Fatty was saying, "Turn off the lights."

If I turn off the lights, I can't see anything, I said to myself. Why turn them off?