Chen Qinghan suddenly stood up, drew the large treasure sword from his back, grabbed my arm, and pushed me towards the straight mineshaft.
"Get in quickly, they're coming."
I looked above and to the side; both sides led to death, and escape was no better than a fight.
"There are more of us, let's fight them." I held the crowbar at my waist, standing next to Chen Qinghan.
"Damn it, if I'm going to die, I want to know why. I want to see what these singing creatures really are!" Wen Jing steadied his pushcart, aiming it at the exit of the upper mineshaft, gritting his teeth as if planning to crash the monster to death.
Shunfeng's 'magic tools' were all gone, and the cart was too heavy to use as a weapon. He fumbled around on his body and, finding no weapon, finally took off his belt, folding it in his hand.
