Daomu Biji: Restart

Liu Sang glanced up and suddenly became silent as he stared at the shuikao.

I looked at him and asked, "Are you alright?"

He shivered, pressed himself against the wall, and moved further away while keeping his eyes fixed on me. "What's that thing in your arms?" He asked.

What thing? I looked down at my arms, but there was nothing there. Liu Sang covered his ears, "It's so noisy. That thing is so noisy. Take it away, take it away."

I looked down at my arms again. His eyes kept staring at my abdomen as he retreated further and further away.

We all looked at each other in dismay. Besides being blind, are we all deaf now, too? I can’t hear a thing, I said to myself.

The tomb passage was very quiet and there weren’t any other sounds except for our breathing. I showed Fatty my abdomen and asked him to check and see if there was anything noisy hidden there. At that moment, Liu Sang suddenly got up and began crawling towards the depths of the tomb passage.

We had spent too much energy looking for him before, so I couldn’t let him run away now. But before I could even move, Little Brother pressed me and Fatty on the shoulder, jumped into the air, and stepped on one side of the wall. He then grabbed Liu Sang's neck, twisted his body, and threw Liu Sang to the ground.

"Let me go!” Liu Sang began to shout. “It's too noisy! It's so noisy that I’m going to die!"

Fatty immediately slapped him three times on both cheeks and asked Poker-Face, "Did you break his ears? Your long fingers are so strong that people might as well get a concussion if you pick their nose."

"This guy’s ears are his livelihood,” Poker-Face said. “I won’t mess around."

Fatty patted Liu Sang, "What noise are you talking about? What did you hear? I can’t hear anything."

Liu Sang looked at my arms, his fear seeming to reach new heights. "In his arms. There are a bunch of people screaming in his arms. Their voices are so loud and noisy."

Fatty looked at me and then at Liu Sang before suddenly pulling me aside, "Mr. Naïve, take off the shuikao and put it on him."

"Why?" I asked, confused. Based on how he was acting with me wearing it, wouldn’t he be scared to death if he wore it?

"I may have made a mistake just now. The expert can’t enter your body if you’re wearing this shuikao," Fatty said. "It may be that you have a strange fate and the expert can’t get in. He was hurt by your yang energy and is now in screaming in pain. This idiot may be able to hear the netherworld. I heard that when people train their ears to listen to thunder, they’ll hear the voices of the dead once they reach a certain point. The screams of this expert are too painful, which is why he’s so scared. If you take the shuikao off, it should stop."

I looked at Fatty and found that he was being serious. What is this nonsense? I asked myself. Even though nothing had happened, I felt both scared and relaxed, and couldn’t ignore the fact that wearing this shuikao was really uncomfortable.

I quickly took it off and found that Liu Sang really did calm down. Fatty took the shuikao and held it out to the still terrified Liu Sang. "Brat,” Fatty said to him in a stern voice, “this is the only way for us to get out. Since you can hear it, you should listen carefully to what this shuikao has to say."

As soon as he was finished speaking, he took the shuikao and went to put it on Liu Sang. Liu Sang quickly dodged and Fatty yelled for me to help. I was all too happy to go up and hold Liu Sang down so we could put the shuikao on him.

He was scared at first, but then he suddenly seemed to hear something and looked in the direction of the leather figurine woman that was still standing there.

"What's the matter?" Fatty asked.

"She’s talking." Liu Sang pointed in the direction of the leather figurine woman. "Is there a person standing there?"

"What’s she saying?" I asked.

"I don’t know. I don’t understand it." Liu Sang listened carefully and then repeated a sentence with a very strange pronunciation. I knew very well that this was an ancient language, but I couldn’t understand it either. Although I had specialized in these kinds of things, I didn't have time to learn all the ancient dialects.

Poker-Face frowned and continued staring in the direction of the leather figurine woman. Then, he suddenly spoke the same sentence with the same pronunciation.

We all stood there shocked for a moment before Poker-Face suddenly said, "Put that thing on your back. Let’s go!"