This expedition has been declared a failure, with no ancient tomb and no treasure. Our lives are still in great danger at the moment. Coffin is an old hand, Pengpeng also had an experience of entering the grave, but I was extremely nervous, the first time for anyone is always memorable, maybe I will encounter even more dangerous situations in the future, but none can compare to the ignorance and helplessness of the first time.

  The short knife that I had drawn out countless times was now held in front of my chest, and Peng also raised his razor-sharp dagger. As the saying goes: "One inch longer is one inch stronger, one inch shorter is one inch more dangerous." Both of us were wielding short weapons, which couldn't be used to their full potential in this open area. The coffin, on the other hand, had nothing else to do but pick up a stone to defend itself.

  No longer being swayed by darkness, I kept my eyes on the lookout for any movement. That guy's movements were too fast, and my head was almost dizzy from following him.

  "Coffin, can you feel where it is?" I asked.

  "No, it's too fast, I basically can't keep up with his thinking, maybe because I've just grasped it and haven't gotten familiar with it yet."

  "Let's go, we can't stay here any longer." Peng said the most appropriate thing at this moment.

  "If you can't beat them, run", this is the life wisdom passed down by our Chinese ancestors for thousands of years, which can be applied anywhere. Running away doesn't mean we are cowardly, but it's the best choice when the situation is unclear.

  I had stopped tracking its movements, trying to find a way out, since leaving the gap in that space-time, everything here is very strange, I have lost my sense of direction and position, can't even find the way back. Hesitating for a moment, a huge pressure came, I instinctively dodged backwards, but forgot that I was already leaning against the wall. The wind sound got closer, I had to make a desperate strike, gripping the knife handle tightly with both hands, closing my eyes and stabbing in the direction of the wind sound.

  "Whoosh!" A sound, as if piercing through something. I opened my tightly closed eyes and was shocked. The knife had completely entered Peng's abdomen. I panicked, not knowing what to do. Red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, from his belly, more and more, almost forming a small stream.

  My mind says it's not right, why is Peng still so calm? And this blood has flowed too much. In the midst of thinking, my shoulder suddenly hurts, and the hand holding the knife has already loosened, and I fell backwards. After landing, I woke up with a shock, and the things in front of me seemed to have returned to the beginning. The Peng in front of me, who was bleeding profusely, was no longer there, replaced by a strange creature, with a pointed mouth and cheekbones, its entire body covered in feathers, or rather, fossilized feathers, because what I saw in my eyes at that time were completely petrified feathers, locked on his body.

  The appearance of this monster reminded me of the strange head in the Three Saints Hall in the tower, not exactly the same but similar to 70 or 80%. To put it more accurately, it's like Lei Zhenzi from "Investiture of the Gods", a complete birdman. Having wings doesn't necessarily mean being an angel, could also be a birdman. I really admire myself for thinking of this funny joke at this time. The knife was simply grasped in his hand and with a casual snap it had already broken into two pieces, thrown to one side. I also knew that this broken iron knife was basically useless.

  I also understand that the monster that attacked me first is this one, and perhaps the petrified feathers on its body have a magnetic field similar to that meteorite, causing my brain to hallucinate. Then I thought of that "Diamond Sutra", at that time I just waved it randomly, and it disappeared, could it really have the ability to subdue demons and evil spirits?

  "There is no fixed Dharma that can be called Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi, nor is there any fixed Dharma that the Tathagata can preach. Why is this so? Because all the Dharmas preached by the Tathagata are ungraspable, inexpressible, neither Dharma nor non-Dharma. What is the reason for this? All sages and wise ones have differences due to their attachment to emptiness as Dharma."

  I whispered a few words, and the creature seemed to pause its attack on me. Seeing that it was effective, I shouted loudly, and the creature retreated a step back.

  At this time, I heard a loud shout. A person jumped out from the side, and judging by his figure, it should be Pengpeng. He raised both hands high with a dagger and stabbed at that monster. His own weight, plus inertia, and the square of acceleration completely pressed that monster under his body. The dagger was inserted somewhere, anyway, more effective than my broken knife.

  "Don't look anymore, run quickly." The coffin beside him shouted.

  I rushed over and pulled Pengpeng up, following the direction of the coffin as it ran away. From time to time, I turned my head back to look at the monster that was still lying on the ground. This blow would not take its life, but instead would enrage it even more. We had to get far away from it, otherwise we would be chased and have no chance of winning.