The oddly shaped mask made of gold had been polished by thousands of years, still shining brightly. It looked almost identical to the one we found in King Xian's priest's jade coffin, except for the eye sockets. Both had dragon horns, beast mouths, and fish tail-shaped ear decorations. The difference was that the latter was worn by a human, while the one suddenly appearing beside us was much larger, almost the size of a big cooking pot used in a cafeteria.
Before I could get a good look at what it was, my heart raced. My instincts screamed that this wasn’t a zombie, but an angry creature. It was breathing heavily, and with each exhale, a cloud of red mist surrounded it, obscuring its full form.
There was no time to think; my body reacted instinctively. I quickly ducked back and jumped behind a nearby rock, while my Chicago typewriter turned to aim at the thing in the red mist, firing off a barrage of shots.