Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 10 The Coiled Dragon and the Azure Phoenix
The young man reacted quickly. As soon as Zhang Wuxun uttered the first word, he rushed over, picked up Wu Xiaoxie and Da Kui, who were sprawled out in a pile, and rushed towards the aisle behind the coffin.

Wu Sanye cursed, and Panzi, who had just realized what was happening, quickly took off running for his life.

Especially when they heard the sound of the coffin lid hitting the ground behind them, the two of them wished they had ten more legs to help them run.

After the two rushed into the corridor, Zhang Wuxun, who was waiting to the side, kicked the blood corpse that was following closely behind them, howling strangely.

Zhang Wuxun put all his strength into this kick, and the blood corpse flew backward, crashing into its own stone coffin with a loud bang, causing the coffin to move a considerable distance.

After successfully launching a sneak attack with a black kick, Zhang Wuxun didn't linger in the fight. He grabbed his things and charged down the corridor, quickly catching up with Xiao Ge and the others.

Suddenly, a robber's hole appeared ahead.

Panzi jumped in and rolled on the ground to dissipate the impact, then quickly turned on the wolf-eye flashlight hanging on his waist, shone it around and found no danger, before calling everyone to jump down.

After finding a cushion, Zhang Wu jumped in and surveyed the area. Then, while lifting a medium-sized bronze jar and stuffing it into the hole, he called for everyone to come and help.

"Quickly! Seal the gap with mud. That blood corpse isn't dead yet; it'll be coming after us soon."

The young man quickly walked over to help Zhang Wuxun hold up the bronze vat. Wu Sanye and the others also quickly poured water to mix the soil under the tomb hole into mud, and then used handfuls of mud to paste it into the gap between the vat and the tomb hole.

Each person took a handful of mud, and they quickly filled the gaps tightly.

"Shh!" The young man put his index finger to his lips to signal everyone to be quiet.

Tap tap tap—through a wall, everyone could hear the blood corpse's muffled footsteps gradually approaching.

Suddenly, the sound disappeared.

Wu Xiaoxie hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, his heart pounding wildly, almost jumping out of his throat.

The young man placed his hand on the knife handle, held his breath, and silently brought his ear close to the wall, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

Zhang Wuxun also placed his hand on the mechanism lock of the ebony box, ready to proceed.

After an unknown amount of time, the dull footsteps sounded again, growing farther and farther away, and moving very fast, clearly drawn away by something.

Zhang Wuxun silently lit a candle for the unfortunate scapegoat in his heart and mourned for two seconds.

The young man relaxed his tense body and sat down.

Everyone then came to their senses and realized they were covered in a cold sweat, feeling a wave of fear.

"Damn it!" Wu Sanye cursed, not daring to raise his voice. He pointed at Zhang Wuxun and Pan Zi, his face contorted with rage. Zhang Wuxun was an outsider, so he couldn't discipline him. He could only curse Pan Zi, "Are you fucking crazy? Do you think that thing is so easy to take? You'd rather have money than your life, huh..."

He went on and on, cursing and swearing, until Panzi's head drooped lower and lower, as if he wanted to crawl into the ground.

Zhang Wuxun listened to his veiled insults, letting them go in one ear and out the other, not taking a single word to heart.

Only when Master Wu was so hoarse from talking that he stopped to catch his breath did Zhang Wuxun shine a flashlight into his pocket to show him. "Look, do you see this? A jade vase with two handles, coiled dragons and phoenixes. Just look at the quality of the jade and the carving. A single piece would be worth at least a million, not to mention that this is a pair."

Having panned for sand for so many years, Master Wu had a discerning eye and could naturally see the extraordinary nature of this jade bottle. "Damn it," Master Wu laughed and cursed, "I really don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky."

Zhang Wuxun chuckled, "You guys are in this mess because of me, so I won't keep it all to myself. We'll all share in it."

Third Master Wu wasn't one to procrastinate. After a moment's thought, he said, "I won't take advantage of you too much. Let's split it 30/70, I'll take 30% and you take 70%."

"Okay." Zhang Wuxun nodded.

As for how Wu Sanye will divide the remaining 30%, that's none of his business.

With these two items, today's trip was definitely worthwhile.

But Master Wu clearly had other motives.

Zhang Wuxun's appearance undoubtedly disrupted his plans.

After calming themselves down, the group began to examine the tomb chamber they were in.

Pan Zi had only glanced at it briefly before, without looking closely, but now that he looked at it, he exclaimed, "Wow, there are so many coffins!"

The tomb was very large, with side chambers on both sides and many stone coffins in the center. They were similar in material and size to the stone house of the blood corpse. The arrangement seemed chaotic, but upon closer inspection, some strange things could be seen.

The tomb ceiling was covered with magnificent and intricate murals, and the surrounding area was covered with inscribed stone slabs. Wu Xiaoxie was most interested in this, and immediately picked up his headlamp and went over to take a look.

Zhang Wuxun walked up to the first stone coffin and carefully examined the inscriptions on it with a flashlight. He found that he didn't recognize most of them and could only vaguely make out things like "ghost soldiers" and "ghost seals." The more he looked, the more confused he became.

"Little Innocent, come here quickly and help me see what's written on this!" Zhang Wuxun called to Wu Xiaoxie.

In the notes, Wu Xiaoxie is the brains of the Iron Triangle, with profound knowledge of ancient Chinese characters and extensive understanding.

"Who's Little Innocent? Me?" Wu Xiaoxie pointed to himself, puzzled. Seeing Zhang Wuxun nod, he rolled his eyes in annoyance, picked up his miner's lamp, moved over, stared at the inscription for a while, and said, "Oh, this roughly records the life and contributions of the stone coffin's owner. The owner of this tomb was a feudal lord of the State of Lu. He possessed a ghost seal that could borrow ghost soldiers from the underworld. It was extremely powerful, and then he was enfeoffed as King Lu Shang by the Duke of Lu."

Zhang Wuxun nodded and pressed on, "And then what happened?"

Wu Xiaoxie said, "Later, he passed away peacefully."

Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

Wu Xiaoxie shrugged. "That's what it says here. It says that King Lu Shang owed a favor to the underworld, so he was recruited as a civil servant to pay off the debt."

Zhang Wuxun nodded and stopped worrying about it. Anyway, the notes said that Lu Shangwang's real body was not here. Whether he went to heaven or hell, what Zhang Wuxun really cared about was the Ghost Seal.

Because this relates to the ten years that the young man guarded the Bronze Gate later on.

The contents of the other stone coffins were largely the same, and Zhang Wuxun wasn't particularly interested in them.

(End of this chapter)