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

Chapter 267 Bronze Mask
The chin of the mask was so sharp it defied common sense, and two jet-black eyes stared straight at Zhang Wuxun with a cold and sinister gaze, almost identical to the one on the blue-eyed fox corpse he had seen before on the platform below the nine-headed cypress in the Lu Palace.

Their eyes met, and before Zhang Wu could get a good look, the man seemed to suddenly realize what was happening and climbed up at an incredible speed, causing the chains to swing even more violently.

The signal flare didn't last long; after about thirty seconds, the surroundings immediately plunged into darkness, which was undoubtedly advantageous for Zhang Wuxun at that moment.

He felt the frequency of the chains swaying beneath him and silently calculated the distance between them in his mind.

The bronze chains swayed and struck the stone wall, making a crisp clanging sound, one after another, like the tolling of a death knell.

Right now, Zhang Wuxun suddenly raised his leg and kicked out in mid-air, striking the hand of the person below who was holding the chain.

With a snap, you could tell from the sound that it was most likely dislocated.

The man reacted quickly. After being kicked, he let go and slid down a meter. He then wrapped one leg around the chain to stabilize himself, and used the other foot to push against the well wall. He pulled out a knife from his waist and immediately stabbed upwards at Zhang Wuxun's leg.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Wuxun immediately spread his legs and braced them against the stone wall to dodge the attack.

The blade struck the chain, creating tiny sparks.

In the darkness, a bloodthirsty killing intent flashed in the man's eyes as he brandished his long sword and attacked once more.

Zhang Wuxun realized something was wrong and quickly pushed off the stone wall. His body swayed violently, causing the chains to shake as well. The man lost his balance and his sword missed its mark, striking the stone wall beside him instead.

Zhang Wuxun seized an opening, released his grip, and plummeted downwards. He aimed at the man's chest and delivered a powerful kick from above. Then, he bent his knee and raised his leg, striking the man's chin with his knee, causing his head to snap back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The man let out a muffled groan, blood trickling down his chin from under his mask. He swayed, nearly falling off the chains.

A gust of wind rushed past his ear. Zhang Wuxun still had one foot on the man's chest and could only bend down to avoid it. The sharp blade grazed the top of his head, and then, with a flick of his wrist, it slashed down at Zhang Wuxun's neck with lightning speed.

Zhang Wuxun pushed his right elbow back to block the attack, then used it to deflect the man's arm outwards, avoiding the blade while simultaneously grabbing his wrist and twisting it forcefully, sending the knife stabbing towards the neck of the man beneath him.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately released his grip on the chain, plummeting downwards.

Zhang Wuxun hung on the chain, watching as he fell a short distance before landing steadily on it again. His expression turned cold, and a pistol appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Then, to the man's incredulous gaze, he fired three shots in quick succession, each hitting a vital spot.

Three brilliant bursts of blood erupted on his chest. His lips twitched a few times, and the rapid loss of blood caused his limbs to go numb and weak. Finally, unwillingly, he closed his eyes and fell straight down.

Zhang Wuxun put the gun back into his spatial storage, flicked his right hand, and a streak of silver light pierced the darkness, shooting rapidly downwards.

With a clang, the small silver dart pierced through the ear loops of the bronze fox mask, wrapped around it twice, and fastened it. The corpse, under the influence of gravity, collided with the chains and continued to fall downwards, stumbling and tumbling.

The mask was torn off the corpse's face, the mechanism retracted, and the silver thread carrying the small silver dart flew upwards quickly.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Wuxun retrieved the silver dart and removed the mask hooked on it.

“A bronze mask.” Zhang Wuxun ran his fingers over the mask; the material was indeed bronze, but there were obvious signs of aging.

Now he understood. The masked guy was most likely sent by the Wang family.

The one he killed in the rainforest last time wore a silver fox mask, but this one is bronze. He guessed that this must be the mark used by the Wang family to distinguish their ranks.

【Host】

The system, which had been in hibernation, suddenly spoke.

A hint of a smile appeared in Zhang Wuxun's eyes. "How's the recovery going?"
"[It's acceptable]," the system said in a refined manner, then changed the subject, "[The bronze mask in the host's hand is rather strange]."

Zhang Wuxun frowned. "[What do you mean?]"
"This mask also contains the same energy as the one behind the bronze door; it was this energy that awakened me," the system paused, then added, "However, the energy on it is extremely weak, more like something I picked up after touching it."

Zhang Wuxun pondered to himself, [So, this person's status must be at the upper echelons of the Wang family; he has the opportunity to contact the core of the Wang family.]
"[Then what is his purpose in coming here?]" Zhang Wuxun asked, puzzled.

"Perhaps the guy behind the bronze door has already set his sights on the divine tree," the system speculated.

"Damn it!" Zhang Wuxun cursed. "Time is getting tighter and tighter."

"Host, don't worry," the system reassured him. "The energy core of the Divine Tree has long been fused with the Divine Tree. Unless they can transport the entire Divine Tree to Changbai Mountain, or that guy comes out on his own, which is obviously impossible."

Zhang Wuxun breathed a slight sigh of relief. "That's good."

"Is this mask still of any use to you?" he asked.

The system was unusually silent for two seconds. [Sorry, host, I've already absorbed all the energy above.]

Zhang Wuxun smiled, casually tossing the mask into his spatial storage, placing it alongside the silver fox mask from last time. [There's nothing to apologize for. Let's go, let's hurry and replenish our energy.]
The body had long since disappeared.

Zhang Wuxun was currently inside the Bronze Divine Tree. He had climbed down about twenty meters, and at the end of the chain was a spiral bronze staircase built around the central bronze pillar of the inner wall.

The corpse lay face down on the steps directly below. Zhang Wuxun did the same thing, tearing open the corpse's clothes and finding a phoenix on its right shoulder.

It was clear from their exchange that this person was stronger than the two with phoenix tattoos on their lower backs.

If Zhang Wuxun hadn't been in a favorable position and hadn't unexpectedly drawn his gun, he would have definitely suffered some trouble this time.

After taking a picture of the phoenix tattoo, Zhang Wuxun habitually turned the body over, but when he saw the face that was somewhat deformed from the fall, his heart skipped a beat and his breathing became erratic.

"Damn it!" Zhang Wuxun came to his senses and cursed. He had learned this swear word from Wu Xiaoxie.

The face looked so much like Wu Xiaoxie's that for a moment he almost thought the person who died in front of him was Wu Xiaoxie.

Zhang Wuxun closed his eyes briefly to steady himself, then reached out his left hand and felt behind the man's ear a few times before cursing under his breath, "Damn it!"

He couldn't find any trace of the human skin mask. Clearly, the face had been artificially altered many years ago.

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