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

Chapter 144 Corpse Hanging from Beam
The fat man said he thought he saw someone standing by the roadside just now.

Wu Xiaoxie was startled. "Our lighting is limited. Did you just see it wrong?"

The fat man didn't say anything, shook his head, and shone his flashlight around the spot he had just been looking at.

When the others saw them stop, they quickly gathered around and asked, "What happened?"

"I couldn't see very clearly either, but it looked like a woman." The fat man's face was extremely grim. "She flashed by in a flash, and she ran incredibly fast."

Pan Zi gripped his knife and took a few steps closer. After a careful inspection, he found nothing and guessed, "Could it be A Ning's gang?"

The fat man immediately denied it, "Definitely not. If it were Aning, I would recognize her at a glance."

Wu Xiaoxie knew that Fatty had excellent eyesight, and since he said that, he must be confident. He said, "Could it be Muyu or Xiao Ge? No, if it were them, they would definitely come to meet us when they saw it. They wouldn't act like thieves."

Hua the monk, preoccupied with the things in the imperial tomb, said impatiently, "You fatso, you've been suspicious all this way. You're such a coward."

Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately flew into a rage, "Go to hell, you bald bastard, who the hell are you calling a coward? When it comes to tomb raiding, you're nothing but a little brother in front of me. If it weren't for my brother Muyu showing mercy, you little brat wouldn't be standing here panting and talking to me!"

Upon hearing this, Monk Hua's face turned green. The scene of being pinned to the floor and humiliated by Zhang Wuxun was still vivid in his mind, a humiliation he would never forget. He was immediately enraged.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Wu Xiaoxie and the others quickly intervened to stop them.

Wu Xiaoxie held the fat man back and whispered in his ear, "Fatty, calm down. We can't afford to get into a conflict with them right now. With Muyu and Xiaoge not here, we might not be able to beat them."

Upon hearing this, the fat man's feverish mind cleared up a bit. He glared at Monk Hua and retorted, "Hmph, if I had a gun, I would have riddled that bald monk with a burst of peanuts. He wouldn't be able to jump around in front of me."

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wu Xiaoxie agreed. “A gentleman’s revenge isn’t something that can be done in a short time. Our priority is to catch up with Muyu as soon as possible. Maybe he’s already waiting for us in the treasure room.”

The fat man was successfully diverted from the topic.

Pan Zi glanced warily at Chen Pi Asi, patted the two men on the shoulder, and said softly, "Let's go."

The two groups were more clearly separated than before, with at least two meters between them, before they walked forward cautiously towards each other.

They sped through six stone gates in succession. At the end of the sacred path stood an altar, and behind the altar, on the stone steps, was the main gate of the imperial mausoleum.

The heavy and massive mausoleum gate had long since collapsed. The group quickly ran inside, only glancing at the stone carvings and totems without lingering.

Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, the fat man slipped on something and fell backward, landing on his back on the broken stones and tiles. He cried out in pain, which drew a cold sneer from Monk Hua.

"Ouch, ouch, this is really a ghost." The fat man rubbed his back and sat up, turning his head to see what the hell had tripped him up. He followed the marks but found nothing.

Panzi noticed a reflection on the soles of his shoes. "Don't move, there seems to be something under your feet."

He squatted down and used the tip of his knife to pry the thing off. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bullet casing.

The fat man picked it up and exclaimed, "Damn, it's still warm! It must have just been fired from the barrel." Panzi nodded, gave him a hand to help him stand up, lit a cold flame, and looked around.

Wu Xiaoxie also leaned over to take a look at the shell casing. "Was there a gunfight here?"

Panzi walked up to a pillar and stared at the string of gun holes on it.

Ye Cheng shouted, "Someone got in before us. It looks like something came down this pillar, and bullets are flying through it."

“No.” Pan Zi compared several bullet holes and shook his head. “On the contrary, judging from the angle of the bullet hole, the bullet was thrown upwards along the pillar.”

Ye Cheng shone the lamp on the beam above the pillar and immediately cried out in alarm, "A dead man!"

There were six or seven corpses hanging from the beam, their gas masks barely hanging off their faces. Some of them had a gun slung over their shoulders, as if they had been suddenly attacked and hadn't even had time to raise their weapons.

These people were all dressed in the same uniform, and judging from their faces, they were all foreigners.

Wu Xiaoxie frowned. "These are people from A Ning's company."

But that shouldn't be the case. Ah Ning and the others are always fully equipped when they go into tombs. Even if they encounter zombies, they can just blast them to smithereens with a burst of gunfire. What could be so terrifying that it's even more terrifying than zombies?

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoxie quickly looked around. Could it be that the unknown and terrifying creature was hanging these corpses on it as a kind of food reserve?
An ominous premonition welled up inside him, and Wu Xiaoxie wanted to urge the others to leave quickly, "This place is not safe to stay any longer, we'd better hurry..."

"Holy crap!" Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but curse. It turned out that at some point, the fat man had already climbed up the beam by clinging to the pillar to remove the gun from one of the corpses.

Wu Xiaoxie nearly fainted from anger. "What are you doing, you fatso! Get down here! There's danger up there. The unidentified creatures that attacked these people might come back. We need to get out of here quickly."

"Okay, okay," the fat man replied, quickly grabbed three Type 56 rifles, tossed them down for Panzi to catch, and then began scavenging the magazines.

Wu Xiaoxie was so annoyed by his nonchalance that he spun around in circles. Suddenly, he noticed that a corpse above seemed to have moved. He wasn't sure, so he looked again and thought, "Huh?"
"Fatty, the second corpse on your right, yes, the second one on the right, seems to be still alive. Check if it's still breathing."

As soon as the fat man moved, the wooden beams above everyone's heads made a series of cracking sounds, as if they were about to break at any moment, and the dust that had accumulated on the beams for thousands of years fell down in a flurry.

"Take it easy, and be careful where you step." Wu Xiaoxie brushed the dust off his head, tilted his head back, and put his hand on his forehead to shield his eyes from the dust.

The fat man responded, disarmed the man, then used a lighter to burn off the things hanging on him, letting him slide down the pillar and be caught by Pan Zi and Wu Xiaoxie below.

Seeing that the person had safely reached the ground, the fat man went to look at the thing hanging on the person. Upon seeing it, he couldn't help but exclaim, "This thing looks like hair."

"What hair?" Wu Xiaoxie was taken aback, took off the person's mask and looked, "Short hair, this foreigner's hair is short."

The fat man lit it again with a lighter and found that the thing burned into small curls along the flames and emitted a burnt smell like pig hair. In fact, the hair contained crude protein, amino acids, calcium, sulfur and other substances, and the burnt smell was caused by the sulfur in it.

(End of this chapter)