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  I hastily let out a loud shout and called out: "Fatty, what's wrong?"

  The fat man's body moved, and he replied after a long time, his voice somewhat strange, shouting: "Tian Zhen comrade, I saw a coffin!" My heart was shocked, a coffin? How could there be a coffin in this place? Was it the one the Germans saw?

  My brain suddenly rang out, and I hastily shouted: "Fatty, what kind of coffin are you talking about? Speak clearly!" I stood by the riverbank shouting, the flashlight's beam constantly shining upwards, trying to see Fatty's current situation clearly. But this civilian flashlight had a short range, and all I could see was a dark shadow. After I finished speaking, Fatty didn't respond to me; for a moment, all I could hear was the rustling of the wind.

  I feel something is off, I perked up my ears and listened for a while, but still didn't hear Fatso respond. My heart skipped a beat - this kid, at the critical moment, is he playing dumb on me? I shouted again, but still no one responded. This time I got anxious, Fatso may not be reliable, but he should still be able to distinguish between light and heavy, fast and slow, how could he be arguing with me at this time? So, something must have happened upstairs.

  If it's a dangerous encounter, why not even fire a shot? I immediately forgot about so much, buckled the equipment bag onto my body, several buttons were fastened tightly, ensuring that it wouldn't fall off due to large movements. Then, holding that small assault rifle, I decided to wade into the water.

  Before going down the water again, I called out a few more times without giving up, but still no one answered. This time I was certain that something had happened to Fatty, but the wall was so smooth and slippery that even if there were those strange insects, it wouldn't be impossible to shoot them. What exactly happened to Fatty?

  I carefully put on my gear, rolling up the thick outerwear and pants into a hat-like shape to wear on my head. I'm being extremely cautious as I swim across, this is the only thick clothing I have on me now, in this icy weather, clothes are more important than bullets.

  I was so afraid of getting my clothes wet, I slowly waded through the water, my body numb from the cold, my bones aching with a dull pain. The kind of agony that seeped into my marrow is beyond words, and those who have never experienced it themselves can hardly imagine it.

  Swam to the edge of the iceberg, the rope that Fatso was hanging from was swaying gently in the wind. I pulled it and my heart skipped a beat - the rope was empty and didn't feel heavy at all. Where did Fatso go?

  I immediately psyched myself up, biting the flashlight in my mouth, with a small storm hanging from my waist, and grabbing the rope with both hands to start climbing up. This was much harder than that time in Sichuan. The ice wall was extremely slippery, with very few places to set foot, relying almost entirely on that one rope and two arms, plus I had an equipment pack on my back, basically using just my arms to tremble and inch my way up.

  But at this moment, I couldn't care about being tired. My eyes were fixed on the top, outside the range of the lamp's light, in the darkness, what was there? Not long after, I saw that lightning-shaped groove, the rope was almost at its end, and there was no sign of Pangzi, Pangzi had disappeared.

  At this moment, I almost had an urge to roar, my body suddenly gained a surge of strength from somewhere, my arms moved much faster, and I finally climbed to the top. Following the light upwards, above was a layer of grey mist, that thick fog that had been pressing down on the valley, now so close to me. My hands were grasping the rope, my mouth biting onto the flashlight, my jaw almost numb with pain, saliva dripping out in large amounts, if I couldn't find another foothold soon, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer before falling straight down.

  My skull slowly turned, causing the light to hit the surrounding ice wall. Everywhere I saw was smooth and flat, with no caves or deliberately placed footholds. What on earth had happened to that dead fat guy?

  The situation at this moment is bizarre, how can a person disappear out of thin air for no reason?

  At that moment, I remembered what the fat man said about the coffin. Subconsciously, I turned my head to look down at the valley below, and suddenly, a huge coffin appeared before my eyes.

  I can finally understand what the Germans said, in the midst of a vast and dark night, a huge ice coffin sat right in the center of the valley, due to the thick fog and darkness, only the outline of the coffin could be seen, and this coffin was exactly that pile of ice!

  I and Pongzi had even walked around it in a circle before, but this thing was too huge. If not viewed from the air, it's almost impossible to see its full appearance. At this moment, this giant ice coffin sat in the valley, surrounded by an icy river, locked tightly by towering ice walls. This scene is a breathtaking sight that I had never seen before, a combination of nature and human craftsmanship that produced an unspeakable grandeur and eeriness.

  Yes, it's strange.

  In an instant, my mind cleared up. It seems that our destination has arrived. I finally understood the meaning of Tianyuan Coffin at this moment. So, did Wenjin and others also discover this point? Did Ershu and others find this place? And San Shu? He came to this place a year ago, did he find what he wanted?

  So, are we inside the tomb at this moment or outside it? I narrowed my eyes and looked at the ice coffin in the thick fog, a strange idea suddenly appeared in my mind, that is to walk into the coffin.

  I don't know why I had this idea, but it was as if something was summoning me, perhaps due to my habit of being a tomb raider, in short, I had an intense urge to dig open that ice-filled coffin. Just as I was thinking about this, a strange sound suddenly echoed in my ears.

  It was like a shout, yet it sounded like a curse, the voice came from above my head, very vague, blown by the wind, and it was like a ghostly language, but I still heard that it was a human voice.

  Who else could it be besides Fatso? How did he end up above me?

  I shifted my gaze away from the massive coffin, lifted my chin to cast the light upwards, and thick fog was less than an arm's length away. The things in the fog were completely invisible, and it was impossible to discern what was on the ice wall over there.

  I listened to the sound of that person's voice, it seemed to be a distance away from me. I shouted: "Fatty, is that you?" As expected, there was still no one answering me. If it were in the past, under such strange circumstances, I wouldn't have dared to move forward again. But now, I stretched my hand into the thick fog, and as I did so, my heart was pounding loudly, a bunch of terrifying thoughts popping up in my mind - what would I touch? A ghost's hand? Or would I stick it into some animal's mouth, and then it would bite my hand off with one swift motion?

  But I didn't feel any ghostly claws or animal mouths, what I felt was the cold ice wall, and on the ice wall there was a recess that could be used as a handhold. I rejoiced, thinking to myself "there's a way out", this fat guy must have also found it and climbed up. Immediately, I stretched out my other hand and started slowly climbing upwards, but after just one step forward, my head had already entered the pile of cold fog. Even with the flashlight in my mouth, I couldn't see anything in front of me, everything could only be felt by my hands.

  In the dense fog, this icy wall has many places to grasp, and climbing up is not difficult. Just as my entire body was about to be submerged in the fog, I heard that whispering voice again by my ear. I cursed inwardly, "Damn fatty, what are you saying now? You're going to get yourself killed!" At this moment, my hand was suddenly grasped by an icy cold thing - a human hand with a somewhat swollen feeling. I immediately shouted: "Fatty, pull me up!"

  That fat guy suddenly exerted force, pulling my hand, and I was lifted up like a puppet. Before I could even react to the fat guy's incredible strength, a loud voice echoed from in front: "Tian Zhen?" At this point, I found myself standing on flat ground. I opened my sore jaw, took out the flashlight, and wiped off the saliva with it. Shining the light forward, I realized that I had once again entered an ice cave. The fat guy was hunched over about ten meters away from me, his eyes wide open in surprise as he stared at me.

  I was about to speak, but suddenly felt something was off. This ice cave is not even tall enough for one person to stand up straight, and anyone inside would have to hunch over just to move around. But Fatso is now more than ten meters away from me, his stout body looking very clumsy in the narrow ice cave. So, the hand that pulled me up earlier obviously couldn't be Fatso's... then whose was it?

  I thought of that swollen and cold hand, and suddenly I felt a chill rising from the soles of my feet. At this moment, I found that the fat man opposite me kept winking at me, his eyes glancing behind my shoulder. This expression made me think of the snake that attacked me in the Seven Star Lu Wang Palace. Could it be that behind me...

  I didn't think twice, after seeing the fat guy's gaze, I almost instinctively rolled forward and flipped over. At the same time, my nose suddenly caught a whiff of something foul-smelling, this smell was all too familiar to me, it was a strong putrid smell.

  I rolled over, didn't even look back, and took off running in the direction of the fat guy. At this time, my neck suddenly felt a numbness, cool and making me shiver, something kept licking, if it was a woman licking my neck now, I absolutely wouldn't run, but this damn place, not even a female mouse, who knows what thing is licking me.

  That foul smell seemed to be right next to my ear, and I almost went limp. The numbness of being licked by an unknown creature on the back of my neck made me break out in goosebumps all over my body. At this point, I didn't care about being scared anymore. As I ran, I picked up a small pistol and fired it backwards with one hand. After just one shot, I suddenly felt a liquid splashing onto my body, flowing into the exposed nape of my neck.

  At this moment, the fat man finally spoke up and shouted: "Get down." I've been working with the fat man for a long time, and at this moment, we were perfectly in sync. As soon as he finished speaking, I didn't hesitate to dive to the ground. At the same time, there was a whooshing sound above my head, as if something had flown over me. Then, the fat man suddenly started firing his gun, and things that seemed like liquids kept hitting me. Instinctively, I raised my head to take a look, and instantly, my eyes were filled with liquid. In an instant, a burning pain hit me, and I felt like even my brain nerves were in agony. Hurriedly, I used my clothes to wipe my eyes, but the more I wiped, the more painful it became. In the end, I was almost wailing while holding onto my eyes.

  Just then the shooting in the cave stopped, I felt that the entire ice wall was trembling, and there were constantly falling ice blocks, one of which hit my head, hurting so much that I wanted to curse.

  At this time, I had just walked into the alley when someone pulled me back, followed by Fatso's urgent voice: "Still lying down, pretending to be a corpse, run quickly."