1281 Frightened (2/2)

Or…

This time they didn't illuminate one position all at the same time. Rather, they raised their flashlights and unconsciously stood back-to-back to form a circle. They stared at the darkness, as if to prevent unknown enemies from attacking.

They'd brought camping lights. However, they were not able to penetrate the air and could only illuminate a small area.

”Damn dust!” They cursed quietly. If they were not obstructed by the smoke, they would not have been as paralyzed as they were right now. However, they could only blame themselves for this, as they were the ones who had caused the dust with their explosions.

Brush brush…

Several of them took out the pistols that they carried with them. The muzzles slowly moved with their flashlights. They looked quite professional. They were obviously trained and not at all rookies.

The sound of something rolling came from the distance. It seemed to come from the small angled slope.

In an instant, their flashlights were concentrated in that direction, and everyone's palms were damp with sweat.

Peter Lee kept calm and yelled, ”Stabilize! Stabilize! Don't fire casually!”

A pottery jug rolled out of the darkness and slowly rolled to them. Peter Lee stepped on it with his foot.

The pottery jug wouldn't roll on its own. Someone or something must have done it.

They lifted their muzzles and flashlights and pointed them into the distance through the diffuse smoke. They were waiting for the unknown enemy to appear.

”We are simply waiting, and that is not ideal. Let's go out first, wait until the dust settles, and then come in again,” someone said nervously.

Peter Lee also had this intention. He'd thought that everything would go smoothly after entering the pyramid. He hadn't expected to encounter such a strange event. In this case, it would be better to withdraw first and prepare for it. After the preparation was done, the Consul and the Colonel would enter again. Whether it was a man or a ghost, all of them would be killed.

He was about to issue an order to retreat when suddenly—

”Ooooooooo—”

A string of screams came out from deep within the darkness, and the voice echoed through the empty tombs. It sounded like countless ghosts crying.

Any ounce of self-control and determination to pull through left the group. They could no longer control their fears or, by extension, their fingers.

They didn't know who pulled the trigger first. The first shot was like a signal for them to let their fears loose.

They thought that someone really had seen the enemy, and therefore, they were fiercely fighting the enemy. Or they tried to at least make themselves think so. It was a better deal than dealing with invisible enemies.

Everyone with guns in their hands pulled the trigger and shot into the darkness aimlessly. The dazzling fire came relentlessly, one shot after another. The deafening gunshots were echoed and magnified many times throughout the pyramid, covering up all other sounds.

”Stop firing! Stop firing! Stop firing!” Peter Lee screamed desperately to try to stop them, but his voice was drowned out by the gunshots.

Everyone finally stopped when their guns ran out of bullets. They nevertheless stayed in their positions.

Peace and quiet descended on the tomb once again. Only the group's heavy breathing and swallowing could be heard.