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

Chapter 292 Miluotuo Mountain

The rain hadn't stopped yet when the young man rowed his boat to the middle of the lake.

The original buoy markings were swept away by the churning lake water during the thunderstorm last night.

The young man put on his gear, leaned back into the water, and quickly swam to the deeper parts of the lake.

Instead of going to the crack in the lakebed well that the two had discovered the day before, he went directly into the Yao village underwater.

The young man felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the place. He walked through countless stilted wooden buildings as if he knew the way well, and arrived at a tower in the very center of the village.

The Han-style tower has three floors. The young man crawled through the broken window on the top floor and swam down to the back hall on the lower floor. Under the light of the diving flashlight, many shadows were swaying behind the screen.

The young man walked around the screen and saw more than a dozen iron terracotta warriors that were fixed in place. The right hands of all these terracotta warriors had been deliberately destroyed.

The young man stopped and stared at the iron terracotta warriors, somewhat lost in thought.

Just then, a door behind the iron terracotta warriors suddenly opened. The young man seemed to suddenly remember something, quickly walked around the terracotta warriors, and entered the door.

Behind the door was a short staircase leading to an underground stone chamber containing many iron terracotta warriors fixed to shelves, just like the ones seen upstairs.

Strangely, the right hands of these iron terracotta warriors were also damaged.

The young man frowned, as if he had remembered something, and his expression looked somewhat pained.

Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He instinctively turned around and saw a dark figure flash past at the top of the stairs.

Without thinking twice, the young man took off after him.

The dark figure moved very quickly, darting among the iron terracotta warriors a few times before disappearing.

The water around him seemed to be rippling slightly differently, and the young man realized something was wrong, so he quickly ran out of the tower.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A powerful suction force came from behind, and the water churned like a tornado, directly pulling the young man in.

The young man tried to grab the iron figures to steady himself, but the surface of the figures was coated with a special material that made them very smooth.

One of his men slipped, and the whirlpool carried the young man and the floating objects in the surrounding water through the staircase and plunged into the courtyard behind the iron terracotta warrior.

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Inside the tent, as soon as Zhang Wuxun opened his eyes, he was met with a rough, wrinkled face. His pupils contracted, and his body reacted before his brain could process it, kicking out with one foot.

Ah Gui was squatting properly when he was suddenly kicked and fell to the ground with a thud, looking completely bewildered.

Zhang Wuxun then realized what was happening, quickly crawled out of his sleeping bag to help Agui up, and apologized repeatedly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." A-Gui waved his hand. "Is Boss Yu feeling any better? I brewed some medicine to dispel cold and dampness. Drink a bowl after it cools down, then cover yourself with a blanket and take a nap to sweat it out. Your cold will naturally get better."

Zhang Wuxun looked somewhat bewildered. "A cold?"

Who has a cold? He doesn't have a cold, but he has a headache for some reason.

Ah Gui exclaimed, "That's what the cold-faced boss said! When I came over this morning, I saw that your face was covered in blood from the burn. I kept wiping your face with a cold towel until the redness subsided."

"What did you say, Brother?" Zhang Wuxun frowned, saw the black and gold ancient sword next to the sleeping bag, walked over and picked it up, "Then where is he?"

Ah Gui pointed outside the tent, "He went into the water. He went down before the rain stopped this morning."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuxun immediately became anxious and was about to rush out.

Ah Gui quickly stopped him, "This won't do. You've just recovered from your illness. If you go out and get caught in the rain, you'll catch a fever again."

Zhang Wuxun was extremely anxious and hurriedly asked Agui, "What time is it now?"

Ah Gui didn't have the habit of wearing a watch. After estimating for a moment, he said, "It'll be about an hour before lunchtime."

Zhang Wuxun cursed under his breath, shook off A Gui's hand, turned around and rushed into another tent to grab his equipment, heading straight for the lake.

Just then, a huge, rumbling sound of water came from ahead. Zhang Wuxun looked ahead and was immediately startled.

A whirlpool had formed on the lake's surface, and the rubber boat floating on the water was also pushed upside down by the current and was quickly swallowed by the whirlpool.

The whirlpool grew larger and larger, quickly spreading to most of the lake surface.

The siphon tide came and went quickly. Without time to put on his gear, Zhang Wuxun hurriedly put everything into his spatial storage, took two quick steps into the water, lunged forward, and swam rapidly toward the central whirlpool.

A giant wave swept in, hitting Zhang Wuxun squarely in the face and leaving him completely dazed.

Before he could react, a wave swept over him, and Zhang Wuxun lost control, only hearing the roaring sound of water in his ears.

Within a few breaths, his body began to fall uncontrollably, stumbling and hitting the well wall before sliding down the steep slope.

With a thud, his back hit something, and the huge impact made Zhang Wuxun lose his breath. The murky water rushed into his mouth and nose, and his lungs felt a burning, dull pain.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed something that looked like an iron railing, which slowed his fall and brought him back to his senses.

The water continued to surge, but Zhang Wuxun steadied himself, took out an oxygen cylinder from his spatial storage, and bit the nozzle with his back to the water, finally managing to breathe smoothly.

The water was too murky for Zhang Wuxun to open his eyes, so he could only reach out and slowly probe to touch it.

The well shaft wasn't very wide; a person could barely turn around. However, there was no special tactile sensation around it, and the iron railings were welded shut, so they couldn't be shaken at all.

That's strange. How did the person with the collapsed shoulders manage to get so many people into the cave of Miluotuo?
As the force of the water flow gradually decreased, Zhang Wuxun knew that this siphoning tide had passed.

Once the water flow calmed down, Zhang Wuxun got up, slung the oxygen cylinder over his shoulder, and headed upstream against the current along the well.

In the original storyline, the young man told the fat man that he was about to suffocate and lose consciousness when someone stabbed him in the back, which caused him to lose consciousness.

Zhang Wuxun didn't see Xiao Ge near the iron fence blocking the debris in the well, so Xiao Ge must have been stolen by the hunchback.

As he continued upwards until he emerged from the well, Zhang Wuxun found nothing unusual about the well.

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly felt a chill, quickly turned my head, and my pupils shrank.

Unbeknownst to him, a gray figure wearing a diving mask was standing behind him.

The man in gray was holding a bamboo tube in his hand, intending to launch a sneak attack. However, when he saw that Zhang Wuxun had spotted him, he quickly extended the bamboo tube forward.

A very short silver needle swiftly sliced ​​through the water, heading straight for Zhang Wuxun's neck.

Zhang Wuxun reacted quickly, taking a step back, raising his left hand to pinch the silver needle, and conjuring a Type 06 underwater bayonet out of thin air in his right hand. He then raised his hand to attack the gray-clad man.

The two fought for more than a dozen moves. The opponent was unable to move due to one leg injury, and Zhang Wuxun seized the opportunity to stab him in the chest with a knife. Instantly, a mist of blood drifted out in the water.

Zhang Wuxun wanted to press his advantage and catch him, but the man in black was extremely familiar with the environment. Taking advantage of the force of Zhang Wuxun's attack, he vanished into the darkness behind him. By the time Zhang Wuxun caught up, the man had disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Wuxun exhaled a string of bubbles, replaced the oxygen tank, and followed the direction in which the gray-clad man had last disappeared, searching little by little.

A Han-style tower of this size should theoretically be symmetrical.

Zhang Wuxun quickly passed through the staircase and arrived at the third floor of the tower. He looked up at the thickest supporting column in the center of the tower, and then walked quickly to the carved wooden wall opposite.

He reached out his left hand and gently touched it all over, then stopped at one spot and pressed down. A palm-sized disc dented in about three centimeters, with a Bagua-like coded device in the center.

Zhang Wuxun twisted the Tai Chi fish in the center with his fingers, restoring the Kun and Qian positions to their original positions.

With a click, the wooden wall shook, and a finger-width gap popped open in the middle.

Zhang Wuxun was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "Good heavens, this is actually a sliding door."

Perhaps because they had been soaked in water for too long, the wood was warped. Zhang Wuxun could only push open a gap about a hand's breadth wide and squeeze in sideways.

Over the years, the wooden planks underfoot have been covered with fuzzy, unidentified algae, leaving a trail of footprints, some shallow and some deep.

Zhang Wuxun followed the footprints around the screen and surprisingly saw many iron terracotta warriors missing their right hands. These terracotta warriors seemed to be covered in black armor, exuding an eerie and sinister feeling.

Behind the iron terracotta warrior was another door, half-open, indicating that the guy had already gone inside.

Zhang Wuxun slowed his pace as he walked up the steps into the passage. At the end was still a stone chamber, but unlike the one opposite, there was no skylight here that could generate a siphon tide.

The walls of the stone chamber are directly connected to the uneven mountainside. There is a gap in the middle of the mountainside that is about two people wide, but it has now been filled with dark green jade veins.

The footprints end here.

However, Zhang Wuxun is now in a dilemma because the alkali stored in his space is in powder form. Once it is taken out, it will react chemically with the surrounding water. Not to mention killing Miluotuo, Zhang Wuxun himself could be burned by the heat generated by the reaction.

"Damn it!" Zhang Wuxun cursed inwardly. "How the hell did that guy with the sloping shoulders get in?"
No, wait a minute.

Looking at the indistinct shadows on the dark green jade veins, Zhang Wuxun suddenly had an idea.

He then stepped forward and laid his body flat against the jade vein. Although he had been soaking in cold water for a long time and his body temperature had dropped considerably, Zhang Wuxun was the only source of heat at this moment compared to the icy jade vein.

The moment it was applied, Zhang Wuxun shivered from the cold and wished he could jump away immediately.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the biting cold, he waited quietly. Sure enough, the gray shadow in the jade vein appeared clearer than before.

With a series of clicks, one could even faintly sense the movement of the creature moving within the jade vein against the pressed chest.

Finally, the sound of shattering was close to his ears, and a green hand stretched out in front of Zhang Wuxun's eyes. Soon, a green face also appeared.

Staring at those two empty eyes, Zhang Wuxun felt a chill run down his spine.

Finally, a hole was dug in the jade vein, and Zhang Wuxun was now separated from the ghostly thing inside by a layer thinner than glass.

Miluo Tuo's roar also rang out. Zhang Wuxun took a step back, took out the Black Gold Ancient Blade from his spatial storage, raised his hands high, ready to strike. Just as Miluo Tuo had half of its body out, he slashed through the air.

With a snap, the jade vein in front of them, along with the Miluotuo inside, was cleaved in two by the Black Gold Ancient Blade.

The black-haired snake inside was also split in two, falling out from Miluotuo's heart area. It twitched a few times and then remained still.

Having learned from his first experience, Zhang Wuxun followed the same method. Although it was slow, after half an hour, the space he was in was completely isolated from the water.

He put the somewhat cumbersome oxygen cylinder into his storage space, then took out his protective suit and put it on. He then took out the alkali powder, pickaxe, and shovel, and started spraying and digging, which greatly increased his speed.

After an unknown amount of time, the jade vein in front of him suddenly stopped. Zhang Wuxun breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally made it out.

This is a flat, excavated cave, only about twenty square meters in size. When you stand up straight, your head can touch the top of the cave.

The rocks here are very rough, water is seeping down everywhere, the ground is wet, and there is a dark green jade vein on the cave wall. There is no sign that Miluotuo is about to come out.

Zhang Wuxun looked around but couldn't find any trace of the young man.

I wonder where that bastard with the sloping shoulders took the guy.

Zhang Wuxun put away the tools he had used, put on protective clothing, picked up a knife, and walked out from the other side of the cave.

All sorts of stones are everywhere here. Zhang Wuxun is mainly looking for the cave where the Thunder God was placed in the original story.

Not far from where he went, Zhang Wuxun discovered that the caves here were very complex, with many interconnected passages, like a maze.

Left with no other option, he had to carve marks on the mountainside to avoid getting lost.

After passing through six caves, Zhang Wuxun finally saw many iron figurines in the seventh cave, all placed on large iron racks.

There were also some old-fashioned mining picks placed next to the shelf.

This cave was significantly larger than the previous ones, and the ceiling and walls inside were covered with dark green stripes, emitting a deep, dim light.

In the middle of the cave, there was an upside-down jar with a dark statue of a majestic yet ferocious deity on it. This was the Thunder King God that Zhang Wuxun was looking for.

Zhang Wuxun's eyes lit up immediately. Finding this evil god statue meant that Xiao Ge was nearby.

I don't know what was going on in that slumped-shoulder guy's head. Did he think that a dead evil god could affect him or something?

Zhang Wuxun took out the alkali powder and manuscript again, and randomly picked a jade vein cave opposite the evil god to start spraying.

The jade veins that Miluotuo has just passed through are softer than the older jade veins, making them easier to clean.

Finally, on the third spray, I found the right spot.

The young man was lying quietly beside a pile of rubble.

Looking around, the mountain walls were covered with dense, dark green jade veins.

"Damn it!" Zhang Wuxun cursed under his breath. He finally understood why that bastard with the slumped shoulders had put Xiao Ge here.

Once the young man wakes up and tries to start a fire, it will be like sending a lamb to the slaughter.

Zhang Wuxun quickly went over to check on the young man and found a very small needle mark on the back of his neck, which was faintly purple.

Don't stay here for long.

Zhang Wuxun quickly took off his protective suit, which was covered in alkali powder, and moved the young man to a cave with fewer jade veins that he had previously carved out.

Then they began to treat the wounds that the young man had sustained from scraping and bumping his body.

(End of this chapter)