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  What can I say at this time?

  Seeing that fatty had made up his mind, I could only grit my teeth and walk to the side of the bronze statue, using force together with fatty.

  I exerted force while asking Pangzi: "Don't you regret it?"

  Fatso said, "Now that we've got this thing on the table, I'm starting to regret it." The bronze statue slowly cracked open a gap, and that strange smell began to intensify. My heart was getting more and more tense, pounding as if it was going to jump out of my chest. Fatso also held his breath, his eyes fixed intently on the narrow slit.

  At this time, perhaps the bronze statue opened a certain distance, and then, only to hear a sound of machinery, the entire bronze statue actually opened by itself.

  The flashlight's light was dim and hazy, shining vaguely over the past. As soon as it entered my eyes, I saw that the entire bronze statue was covered with black hair. On the black hair, there was a kind of wet and sticky liquid, faintly revealing a human figure. In the black hair, I saw a swollen and disfigured face.

  That face was deathly pale and swollen, as if it would burst at any moment, half-hidden in that pile of hair, occasionally revealing glimpses of white clothing.

  That face had long since been completely disfigured and was no longer recognizable as human.

  This is a pangolin.

  But at this moment, it lies quietly in the puppet, like a cocoon.

  Fatso let out a cold breath and asked: "Tianzhen, is this your third uncle?"

  I don't know if it's true or not, but this banshee in front of me has completely lost its human appearance, so why is it so quiet?

  The fat man's gun was already in his hand, the black muzzle pointing straight at the head of the woman. For a long time, there was still no movement. What's going on? My heart was racing fast, my mouth dry and tongue parched as I stared for half a day without seeing any movement. At this moment, I suddenly discovered that in that pile of black hair, there seemed to be something, roughly at the position of the human chest.

  I picked up the mountain pickaxe and tried to comb through those hairs, revealing a bronze pin inside. It was a half-finger-long bronze pin with a sharp tip and as thick as a child's arm, which had pierced through the mutated person's body and was nailed heavily into the puppet.

  I was shocked, and immediately swung the mountain pickaxe. Suddenly, more and more bronze thorns appeared, this female corpse had been completely penetrated by these bronze thorns, almost nailed to it.

  I exchanged a glance with Fatso, and I saw that he couldn't bear to look at it. He said, "It's still alive." Just as Fatso was saying this, I saw the bronze statue's eyeballs move slightly, and then the hair inside began to tremble violently, as if trying to come out of the bronze statue, but for some reason, these hairs were unable to stretch out like they did in the underwater tomb. They churned and bubbled inside the bronze statue like boiling water, eventually slowly covering up the bronze surface, and everything returned to its original state.

  At this time, the fatty suddenly swallowed his saliva and lowered his voice: "Tianzhen, just now... I saw that this forbidden woman's eyes were staring at you all the time, didn't you notice?" I was shocked, at that time I was observing those bronze thorns, completely unaware.

  Then, Fatty said: "I don't know why, but it seems to be looking at you with tears in its eyes." My heart skipped a beat, and a strange thought arose - could this Jīn Pó still retain its own consciousness? Was it Third Uncle?

  I shifted my gaze to the corpse's head once again, and I had an urge to pull open all its hair and take a peek at its true face. Just as I was about to take action with the ice axe in hand, those hairs surprisingly parted on their own. Then, before my eyes, I saw a deformed corpse.

  Under the huge head, a deformed body is connected. On that deformed body, a snow-white Tang suit is draped, and thick warm clothing fragments are mixed together due to being soaked in liquid. In the bronze statue, there is a kind of black sticky liquid, and that deformed body is soaking in that liquid.

  The moment I saw that Tang suit, my entire brain buzzed with a loud noise, and tears burst out instantly. Looking at the bronze-pierced body of the forbidden woman, an unspeakable pain erupted, why... why did Third Uncle become like this... why was he lying so miserably inside the puppet?

  I could no longer hold back, my eyes burning with an unstoppable force, as if some liquid had burst out. The pain of watching a loved one die, even turning into a monster, is something that ordinary people cannot comprehend. In my memory, Father was stern and strict, rarely spending time with me, and Second Uncle was also rarely around, although he was not bad to me, but always maintained an air of dignity as an elder treating his junior. Only Third Uncle treated me with the most affection, and it was under his arrangement that I received half of the Western Cold Printing Society after my university graduation.

  I remember one time when Third Uncle had drunk too much wine, he grabbed my hand and said: "Big nephew, you should be more generous in doing things. If anything happens, I'll support you, so go ahead and do it boldly. You are the only root of our Wu family, and this family business will be passed down to you in the future, so you must make me proud."

  At that time, I was moved by these words, but I didn't really take them to heart. After all, even if Third Uncle is still unmarried, he's not too old, and he has a family business, finding a woman to carry on the family line isn't a difficult thing. No matter how close I am to him, I'm just a nephew, it's not like it would ever be my turn. It wasn't until later, after the fight, that I understood why Third Uncle never got married his whole life.

  At that time, he said those words, really taking me as his only descendant.

  At this moment, I remembered that I often scolded him as an old fox. Although he had deceived me countless times, every time it was not what I wanted, and now Xie Lian died in the Western Queen Mother's country. San Shu actually also fell to this point, being trapped in this Kunlun arena, turned into a corpse, and locked up in this bronze statue, so desolate.

  I lay beside the statue, tears streaming down uncontrollably. At this moment, grief surpassed everything, and I couldn't think of anything else. Even Fatso beside me didn't speak up, only after a long while did he pat me on the back and say in a low voice, "Alright, wipe away your tears, you're like this, Third Uncle won't rest in peace either."

  I wiped away tears and said, "Fatty, my third uncle has had a hard life."

  Fatso sighed and said, "You're still scolding him, now you regret it. Alas, I didn't expect Wu San to be so powerful for a lifetime, but in the end he actually ended up lying in this Kunlun Cave." After finishing speaking, Fatso suddenly changed his tone and said, "But don't you think something is off?"

  In the previous incident in the Western Queen Mother's country, although Third Uncle went missing, I didn't see his body, so I still had a glimmer of hope and wasn't too desperate. But now, with Third Uncle lying right in front of me, combined with all that happened before, the identity of this Banpo is confirmed beyond doubt. How can I remain calm? My brain has already been muddled by this huge change, my heart filled with sorrow. When Fatty spoke up, I couldn't think of anything wrong either.

  Fatso sighed and explained: "Your Third Uncle was able to get here, he must have seen these murals like us. Perhaps when he was searching for the Zan Sheng Jing, his corpse transformation began. Wen Jin said that kind of change is very fast, a person will lose consciousness in an instant. So if your Third Uncle was still human at that time, how did he end up trapped inside this puppet?"

  Yes, if San Shu was a person who went to Kunlun Mountain at that time, then after he died, who put him in the bronze statue? Moreover, how powerful is the power of Jin Po, who has this ability?

  I suddenly thought of a possibility in my heart, could it be... that Third Uncle got in by himself?

  What kind of courage would it take for San Shu to lock himself up if he realized his own petrification? I thought of those bronze needles, and my whole body's fine hairs stood on end. Looking again at the jade maiden in the coffin, Pangzi said, "It seems she still has consciousness."

  I tried calling out: "Third Uncle." The two words came out in a hoarse voice, like I was about to cry. Fatso couldn't bear it and also called out: "Third Grandfather? Are you still alive?" Perhaps he only realized something was off after speaking, and Fatso carefully started again: "Third Grandfather, it's me, Little Fatso, I've come with your nephew to see you." I felt that Fatso's words were too unreliable, this is no time for joking around, but now I don't even have the energy to scold him.

  Who would have thought that at the moment when Fatty finished speaking, that pile of black hair moved again. At the same time, a pair of swollen eyeballs appeared from the black hair, and those eyeballs stared straight into my eyes. Then, from the black hair, a golden object was pushed out.

  It was a rectangular box, obviously made of pure gold, but perhaps due to the long passage of time, the gold had turned black and looked very dull. At first glance, ordinary people would mistake it for iron.

  I stared at this golden box that was suddenly pushed out and those eyeballs, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

  It still has consciousness... It still has consciousness!

  It was my third uncle... He was nailed in a puppet, but he wasn't dead yet.

  How can this be? How is this possible?!

  The fatty obviously didn't expect it either, and was stunned that he had actually guessed correctly. He stood there in silence for a long time, his mouth agape, before finally stretching out his hand to take the golden box.

  I'm still staring at that pair of eyeballs, the kind of emotions that shouldn't appear on a dead person, yet appeared in the eyes of a corpse.

  Chubby seemed to open the box and took a look, immediately afterwards, he was overjoyed and said: "Tian Zhen, I've got it."

  I stared blankly at Fatty, not understanding what he meant.

  The fatty shook the thing in his hand and whispered: "Zan Sheng Jing." Then he carefully tucked it into his bosom.

  Those eyes are still staring at me, with many complex emotions inside. I see the most pain and relief. Third Uncle, have you been waiting for me all along? Have you been waiting for me to come and relieve you?

  I stared at those eyes and immediately pulled out the lighter from my hand.

  Fatso saw my movements and sucked in a breath of cold air, saying: "Tianzhen, you're crazy." I don't know what I was thinking at that moment, I just vaguely felt that Third Uncle was talking to me, he said: Big nephew, you've finally come. Big nephew, help me out.

  My hand trembled violently, the lighter slowly approached that heap of hair, the closer it got, the more they shrunk into a ball, but only those deformed eyeballs still stared at me dead on, in that moment, I saw Third Uncle's eyes.

  Even though it was swollen and deformed, I still recognized those eyes, full of confidence and appreciation. But just as my flames were about to ignite, I stopped, unable to bring myself to do it.