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

Chapter 22 Ghost Ship
Zhang Wuxun lay upright on his cot, not feeling sleepy at all.

[System, can we make a deal?]
[Host, please speak]

Could you please send me the original plot first, so I can be mentally prepared?
He was able to avoid interfering with any particularly important plot points in the original story. He didn't want to experience the situation where the guy in front of Hydra Cypress suddenly had a headache again.

The system was silent for two seconds.

[Host, please wait a moment]

Soon, images began to appear in Zhang Wuxun's mind.

Because he was afraid of missing anything, Zhang Wuxun scrutinized every word and detail.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Wuxun suddenly heard Wu Xiaoxie's exclamation from outside, and he was stunned for a moment.

I quickly realized that this must be the scene from the original story where we encountered the storm and the ghost ship.

Zhang Wuxun quickly rolled out of bed, grabbed the skull knife from the bedside table, and rushed onto the deck.

The sea was churning, lightning flashed and thunder roared, torrential rain poured down, and towering waves crashed against the ship. The mast swayed precariously in the gale, and the night was so dark it seemed capable of swallowing everything.

The crew members could only hold on tightly to the iron rings on the ship's side to avoid being thrown overboard by the violent turbulence.

Wu Xiaoxie was slammed into the sea by a giant wave. He was struggling to tread the water as the waves rolled and submerged his head several times, pushing him further and further away in the opposite direction from the ship.

In this situation, it's already a miracle if you can save your own life, let alone save others.

Zhang Wuxun picked up a rope from the boat, tied it into a sailor's knot around his waist, secured one end to the railing, dropped his knife, and dove into the water, ignoring the shouts behind him, quickly swimming towards Wu Xiaoxie.

"Mu... glug glug, wooden fish..." Wu Xiaoxie splashed around in the waves and swallowed a mouthful of seawater as soon as he opened his mouth.

Zhang Wuxun swam like a dolphin swimming against the current, quickly covering more than ten meters before suddenly feeling a tightness around his waist. It turned out the rope wasn't long enough.

However, Zhang Wuxun was still several meters away from Wu Xiaoxie's position. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger tied to his leg, and cut the rope.

"Wooden fish...don't go down!"

Wu Xiaoxie was terrified and wanted to speak up to stop them.

Unfortunately, the deafening roar of the waves drowned out his voice as soon as it came out.

Zhang Wuxun quickly swam to Wu Xiaoxie's side, put one arm around his armpit to prevent him from choking on water, and used his other hand to paddle quickly while kicking his legs.

"You fucking idiot, are you stupid...? It's so dangerous, are you trying to jump down and die?!"

Once Wu Xiaoxie had a chance to catch his breath, he started cursing at Zhang Wuxun.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Wuxun coldly rebuked him and then shut his mouth, focusing his attention on swimming back.

Wu Xiaoxie obediently shut his mouth, trying to flatten himself out to increase buoyancy and reduce Zhang Wuxun's burden.

No, the resistance of this seawater is too damn strong. No matter how high your combat power is, it's useless at this moment. If we delay any longer, he and Xiao Tianzhen will be finished.

Zhang Wuxun stopped, pinpointed the location of the fishing boat through the rain, then tightened his grip on Xiao Tianzhen's arm, raised his right arm out of the water and swung it. A delicate little silver dart sliced ​​through the rain, spinning as it hurtled towards the fishing boat, clanging against the railing and wrapping itself tightly around it twice, securing it firmly.

Zhang Wuxun waded through the water, moving quickly along the pull of the silver thread, much easier than before.

They quickly brought Wu Xiaoxie to the fishing boat. Zhang Wuxun supported him from below, letting him climb up the chain hanging outside the boat. He then climbed onto the boat himself, put away his small silver dart, and lay down on the deck next to Wu Xiaoxie, exhausted.

Zhang Wuxun only needed to ensure Wu Xiaoxie's safety; what did it matter to him whether others lived or died?

On the other side, the young man playing the bald-headed Zhang also rescued A-Ning, who had fallen into the water. When he tried to return to rescue the remaining crew members, the dark sea was deserted. The wind and waves gradually subsided, and a huge dark shadow appeared in the distance, heading towards the fishing boat. Faint lights pierced the darkness, eerie yet peaceful.

"What is that?" Wu Xiaoxie got up and saw this scene, staring in disbelief.

"Ghost ship!"

The captain suddenly cried out in panic, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, "That's a ghost ship! Quick, set sail! Let's get out of here!"

"But our engine just malfunctioned due to the storm, and the backup engine is under repair."

The crew members also looked terrified.

Everyone who lives in this bay has heard of the terror of ghost ships.

The boat captain watched the approaching shadowy figure, his face filled with sorrow and despair.

The dark figure, like a true ghost, was enormous yet silent, approaching the fishing boat at an extremely fast speed before changing lanes.

Suddenly, Ah Ning, who had been lying on the deck, got up in a strange and awkward posture and jumped onto the ghost ship that the captain had mentioned.

"Aning!"

Wu Xiaoxie rushed forward to stop her, grabbing A Ning's trouser leg tightly with one hand, but was almost pulled into the sea. He then clung to the gunwale of the ghost ship with one hand, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Zhang Wuxun cursed, "Sure enough, I can't escape this damn plot."

Zhang Wuxun picked up a rope from the deck and swung it, using it to create a makeshift rope passage between the two ships.

"Grab the rope and climb over here yourself." Zhang Wuxun picked up the knife he had left on the deck earlier and leaped onto the ghost ship in a flash.

The moment Zhang Wuxun landed, the lights on the ghost ship flickered a few times and then went out.

Zhang Wuxun drew his skull knife, staring intently at A Ning, who was standing in the middle of the deck with her back to him, and tentatively approached.

A crisp cracking sound came from beneath my feet, followed by emptiness.

The moment Zhang Wuxun fell, he saw A Ning, her face contorted in a ferocious grimace, lunging at him with bared teeth and claws.

Zhang Wuxun reacted quickly, rolling away to dissipate the force as he landed, and then slapping the grimacing A Ning away with the back of his blade.

Unfortunately, Ah Ning landed right in front of that oval iron gate.

"It happened!"

Zhang Wuxun watched as A Ning quickly got up and went to turn the steering wheel-like lock on the iron gate.

Hey!
Zhang Wuxun ran over in a few steps, knocked the deranged A Ning unconscious with a karate chop, grabbed her shoulder and shoved her backward, just as Zhang the Bald man, who jumped down from the breached deck, caught her.

Then, another person jumped down from the hole.

Zhang Wuxun: "?!"

"Damn it, Wu Xiaogou, has your brain gone mad? Didn't I tell you to climb over the rope?"

Zhang Wuxun was furious and cursed loudly. At this moment, he really wanted to grab Wu Xiaoxie and slap him hard twice. What was the point of wasting time on this damned mess?

"You've saved me so many times, how could I possibly leave you alone to face danger!" Wu Xiaoxie shouted back.

Was Zhang Wuxun moved? He was moved to death!
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