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

Chapter 266 Another Trip to the Qinling Mountains
On the way back, the fat man leaned against the car and suddenly started singing.

"Climbing to the summit, I gaze upon my homeland, where the yellow sands stretch for ten thousand miles. From where does the sound of camel bells drift, each note striking my heart—"

The fat man's hoarse voice truly touched the hearts of the group this time. All the bitterness and tears of the past were forever left behind on this desolate Gobi Desert, never to be seen again.

The convoy reached the highway in a day, and Zhang Wuxun and his group said goodbye to the mysterious Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West in the rainforest.

Golmud City Hospital.

The group of five moved in neatly.

Panzi rested for two days with an IV drip, then received a phone call, said goodbye to a few people, and left mysteriously.

"Hey, what do you guys think Lao Pan went to do?" the fat man winked slyly. "I just heard a woman's voice coming from his phone."

Wu Xiaoxie chewed on beans, mumbling, "I guess he went back to Xingcheng to deal with my third uncle's mess."

The fat man didn't believe it. "Old Pan is a scoundrel. He's been secretly flirting with girls behind our backs."

Zhang Wuxun peeled melon seeds and said, "Do you think Pan Zi is as frivolous as you?"

The fat man let out two "yo-yo" sounds, then sneered and said, "Wooden Fish, do you know something, kid? Confess."

Wu Xiaoxie also looked over with some curiosity.

Zhang Wuxun brushed the scraps off his hands and waved his hand, "No comment. If you two want to know, go ask them yourselves."

The fat man curled his lip. "No fun."

Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge shared a hospital room. Fatty and Wu Xiaoxie, two restless individuals, gathered around his bedside with playing cards, clamoring to play cards.

After playing two rounds, the nurse came in to change the guy's IV drip. The fat guy kept glancing at the nurse with a sly look, and Zhang Wuxun kicked him out of the ward.

Wu Xiaoxie deliberately blocked the door, waiting for the nurse to finish changing the dressing before letting the fat man in.

The fat man looked resentful and accused, "You two have gone too far! I, Fatty, also have the right to pursue love."

"You've got to be serious," Wu Xiaoxie said with a look of disgust. "You're old enough to be someone's father. You're an old cow eating young grass. How can you be so shameless?"

The fat man peeled a banana and said confidently, "Even an old cucumber can be painted green. What's wrong with me flirting with a pretty girl? You're just blatantly jealous."

After the three of them chatted and laughed for a while, Wu Xiaoxie's cell phone suddenly rang.

When I took it out, the screen showed that the caller was my second uncle.

Wu Xiaoxie immediately wiped the smile off his face, his expression turning serious in a second. He got up, walked to the window, and pressed the answer button, "Hello? Second Uncle..."

Something was said over there, and all that could be seen was Wu Xiaoxie nodding repeatedly, "Okay, I understand..."

The call ended in less than a minute.

Wu Xiaoxie walked back, holding her phone, her expression unreadable.

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A few days later, the fat man was discharged from the hospital and took the younger brother with him to Beijing.

The young man's condition is quite serious. Although he has regained consciousness, his mind is confused, and he has no memory of anything that happened before. Apart from knowing that his name is Zhang Qiling, he knows nothing else.

The fat man admitted him to the hospital in Beijing. After the doctor examined him, he was transferred to the psychiatric ward. The fat man, having nothing else to do, stayed at the hospital to take care of him.

Wu Xiaoxie was called back to Hangzhou by his second uncle, and Zhang Wuxun also had his own things to do, so the three parted ways.

One week later, in Chang'an.

A young man dressed in black casual work clothes and wearing a baseball cap was walking slowly down the street with a backpack.

"Young man, come on over, I'll give you a ride." A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face, weathered by time, parked his car next to him and asked in a local accent.

"Tourism, would you like to go to Taibai Mountain?"

The young man turned his head and smiled at the middle-aged driver.

"Let's go, let's go." The driver quoted a price and then looked at him expectantly.

"Sure," Zhang Wuxun replied lazily, opening the car door and sitting in the back.

The driver was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting the man to be so decisive, but he quickly reacted and started the car.

The silver-white Jinbei van slowly drove along the winding mountain road.

It’s still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.

After spending one night at a farmhouse, Zhang Wuxun set off for the mountain early the next morning.

This time he took a shortcut, spending less than a day to enter through the same exit he had used before, and his final destination was the altar at the top of the sacred tree.

Last time, Wu Xiaoxie and his friends had a big fight with that eight-clawed monster, and the altar was almost completely destroyed. Zhang Wuxun then crawled into the tree hole behind the altar and found the huge coffin whose lid had been overturned.

After feeling around on the coffin wall for a while, he found a ring that could open the mechanism. He pulled hard, and the stone slab in the center of the bottom of the coffin sank down with a rumble, revealing a dark hole.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Wuxun secured the rope, braced his feet on the smooth stone wall covered with damp moss and mycelium, and slowly rappelled down.

A thick, misty miasma spread out, obscuring all the tree roots and vines in the mist, making visibility pitifully low.

This kind of fog that accumulates over the years is generally toxic. Although it may not cause immediate death, prolonged inhalation can cause significant damage to the lungs.

Zhang Wuxun rummaged through his backpack, pulled out a gas mask, put it on, turned on the fog lights, and walked step by step toward the deep pit in the center.

In the deep pit, many bronze chains as thick as an arm stretched upwards along the pit wall, their destination unknown in the chaotic mist.

With fog lights on his body, Zhang Wuxun put on professional rock climbing gloves and climbed down the bronze chain until he finally entered the coffin well.

The fog here was much thinner, and the pungent smell was blocked by the gas mask. When passing the amber corpse fetus, Zhang Wuxun only paused slightly before continuing downwards.

His purpose in coming here was not that, but to find the altar where he had made the sacrifice last time and make another sacrifice to replenish the energy of the dormant system.

As he climbed, Zhang Wuxun noticed something was wrong; the bronze chains seemed to be shaking at an abnormal frequency.

Suspicious, he gripped the chain tightly, pressed his body against the well wall, and remained silent for two seconds. Sure enough, the chain began to sway slightly again.

A chill ran down my spine; something seemed to be coming up from below, but looking down through the fog, I couldn't make out anything.

After thinking for two seconds, he decided to take the risk and seize the initiative.

So Zhang Wuxun turned off the fog lights hanging on his clothes, took out a flare gun from his spatial storage, pointed the muzzle downwards, and quickly fired two shots.

In the instant the blinding white light exploded, he saw a black figure hanging not far below the chain he was climbing.

To Zhang Wuxun's utter astonishment, the man was wearing a bronze fox mask.

(End of this chapter)