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

Chapter 485 Eagle Bell and Buddhist Chant
Seeing that the atmosphere between the three was tense and they looked like they were about to fight, Feng hurriedly pressed the muzzle of Wu Xie's gun.

"Don't get angry, everyone please don't get angry." Feng earnestly advised, "Our primary task now is not to argue about this pointlessly. We all have a common goal, which is why we should unite even more. On such a dangerous snow mountain, the safest thing is for the whole team to work together."

"At this time, everyone needs to be more rational and think about our current situation. It's freezing cold, so let's calm down and not cause any more conflicts."

"Get off me." The fat man shrugged off the hand that was on his shoulder and sneered, "Who the hell wants to mess with that bitch? She's obviously stirring things up on purpose, trying to take advantage of the situation to get rid of me. She's a thousand-year-old fox spirit, what kind of ghost story is she playing with me?"

Zhang Haixing did indeed mean that. She wasn't angry when the fat man saw through her. Instead, she sneered, "It's good that you know. Bai Ci isn't here. So what if you have guns? As long as you don't kill me with one bullet, my bow and arrows will never give you a second chance to fire."

Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Feng tried to persuade them from one side to the other, and after a long time of earnest persuasion, he finally managed to dissuade the fat man and his companion from going their separate ways.

Zhang Haixing also compromised, agreeing to extend the waiting time to the morning after tomorrow. If Bai Ci had not returned by then, they would stop waiting and continue to follow the route on the star map provided by Feng Neng.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, the moment Zhang Wuxun smashed through the window, a swift white shadow flashed past his eyes, rushing up to a high place in a flash, its figure obscured by the clouds.

Hearing the high-pitched, loud cry of the white figure in the sky from afar, Zhang Wuxun immediately recognized that the white falcon was the gyrfalcon raised by Uncle Abu in his tribe.

He was immediately overjoyed. It seemed that Uncle Abu and the others were still alive, and most likely had already led their people to a safe place. He then sent a falcon to find him and deliver a message.

Zhang Wuxun immediately took out the eagle bell and shook it gently. The next second, a small wooden box fell from the sky into the water.

Since the identity of the traitor within the team was still unknown, Zhang Wuxun did not want them to know the whereabouts of the Khampa people, so he immediately jumped into the water, swam quickly over, and grabbed the wooden box that was about to float upwards.

Before he could examine it closely, he heard another heavy object fall into the water behind him. Zhang Wuxun turned around and saw that it was Zhang Haixing. He immediately held his breath and swam away.

Beneath the dark ice, he had his own advantages, so he quickly left Zhang Haixing behind.

Just as he was trying to find a suitable thin layer of ice to break through and reach the shore, a huge black shadow suddenly swept past him and swam quickly towards Zhang Haixing, who had been chasing him.

The hard, smooth scales of the Maburnum almost brushed against Zhang Wuxun's body, and its side fins pushed Zhang Wuxun away as its long tail swung. But strangely, despite its incredibly keen sense of its surroundings, the Maburnum did not attack him at all this time.

Zhang Wuxun immediately realized that this situation was likely because Zhang Haixing was carrying something that had attracted Mabonim's attention, and this thing might also be something that the mole had put in the fat man's backpack.

Could it be that Zhang Haixing is the mole?
But that makes no sense. The mole put that thing on the fat man, which clearly shows that he knew the power of that thing very well, otherwise he would have carried it with him himself.

If the purpose was to draw the danger away, then there's no reason for Zhang Haixing to have an identical time bomb on her person and then blatantly jump into the water to commit suicide.

So, only one person was left. Sure enough, some guys only learn their lesson after paying with their lives.

The previous conclusion that Zhang Haixing and Feng might cooperate has also been overturned. Feng's skills are not enough to put that thing directly on Zhang Haixing without alerting her.

So it's very likely that Zhang Haixing carried that thing with her, but at the same time, she was unaware of its power.

A murderous intent surged in Zhang Wuxun's heart, but the matter of Kangbaluo was more important at the moment. After what had happened before, Wu Xie and Fatty would definitely be wary of them.

Seeing Ma Bo Ningmu chasing after Zhang Haixing, Zhang Wuxun did not hesitate and immediately turned around and swam towards the nearest shore.

Breaking through the ice and emerging from the water, Zhang Wuxun opened the small, mechanical box, inside which was a bronze octagonal bell about the size of a child's fist.

Zhang Wuxun was puzzled. Why did Uncle Abu ask Xin Jun to give him a bell?
Thinking it over, he took out the bell and held it in his hand. He found that the inside of the bell was sealed with rosin, so he took out a lighter from his space and turned it away from the wind to heat the rosin inside.

The rosin quickly softened and dripped out of the bell, revealing the dark green copper tongue below, the same kind of meteorite bell tongue he had seen on Zhang Ruitong's coffin.

Zhang Wuxun tentatively shook the bell, but instead of hearing a clear, ringing sound, he heard a humming sound similar to an ancient bell.

Unlike the one he had seen before, this buzzing did not make Zhang Wuxun feel any discomfort. On the contrary, it sounded like the murmuring of Buddhist chants in a temple, calming the mind and spirit.

Like the hexagonal bells, Zhang Wuxun only had a vague understanding of the function of these octagonal bells. However, the Khampa people used these bells when performing rituals to seduce the Yama (King of Hell) on a corpse. Zhang Wuxun had seen these bells more than once when he entered a hallucination during a sacrifice in the Qinling Mountains. It seemed that the octagonal bells did not have a hallucinogenic effect.

Moreover, Zhang Wuxun clearly remembered that when Wang Xiaoli rang the bell in the coffin room of the ancient building, only he and Xiao Ge could hear the sound of the bell among everyone present.

This means that the sound emitted by this bell is not transmitted directly to the auditory nerve in the inner ear through the vibration of the eardrum and eardrum, as is the case with ordinary bells, but rather directly affects the level of human consciousness.

With no one else around, Zhang Wuxun couldn't conduct the experiment, not to mention he didn't even know what the bell's function was, so it wouldn't be safe to experiment rashly.

Zhang Wuxun squatted on the ice, pondering to himself, unconsciously shaking the bell in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a sense of dread, as if he were being stared at by some ferocious beast. His body reacted before his brain could, and he rolled backward to avoid it.

The instant he left his spot, a huge, crimson head burst through the ice and emerged, its deep blue eyes locking onto Zhang Wuxun, who was standing before it, his body tense, sword drawn and ready to strike.

Zhang Wuxun quickly retreated a few steps to a position where he could jump and dodge in time, his eyes fixed on the suddenly appearing Mab Ningmu.

Strangely, Marponim did not show the expected aggression towards him. Instead, she twitched her nose and kept trying to catch his scent, making whimpering sounds like a child whining.

Zhang Wuxun was a little confused. What did this mean? Was he suddenly lacking love? He couldn't even hug this big guy, let alone hug his head.

Just as he was considering whether to make a quick getaway, the Mab Ningmu in front of him suddenly exhaled a large cloud of water vapor, which sprayed all over Zhang Wuxun's face like mist. The water vapor quickly condensed into water droplets in the cold air.

Zhang Wuxun's expression was indescribable; he had a strange feeling that this Mab Ningmu was playing with him.

What a joke! This thing is so long, it could easily flatten a big truck with its tail. Playing with it would be a death sentence.

Seeing that Zhang Wuxun remained unmoved, Mabo Ningmu hummed twice more, then suddenly opened his mouth, his two rows of sharp teeth slowly opening vertically like a mechanism door in a tomb.

Zhang Wuxun subconsciously held his breath and carefully leaned in to look inside. As a result, he saw an octagonal bell the size of a palm on the uvula in its throat!
Zhang Wuxun was stunned. He suddenly remembered what he had read in Deren's notes: Uncle Abu was swallowed by a strange fish in the lake but did not die. Instead, he was rescued unharmed by Xiao Ge. Later, after Xiao Ge entered the Lama Temple, two more people walked out of the strange fish's mouth.

In other words, the Maponim was sometimes used as a means of transportation by the Khampa people?!

You know what—

He looked down at the bell in his hand. The Mabnim in front of him had only appeared after he had been waving the bell around. In other words, the bell was specifically used to summon the Mabnim, just like waving to hail a taxi.

This was simply...it left him both amused and exasperated.

Uncle Abu traveled a long way to have a falcon deliver a bell to him so that he could easily make a call.

Mabonim gave another urging hum, and Zhang Wuxun no longer hesitated, stepping into its wide mouth.

The beast's breath wasn't as bad as he'd imagined; on the contrary, it was warm and had a refreshing scent like grass after rain.

With a clear whistle, Mabo Ningmu slowly closed its mouth, its head sank into the water, and it swam leisurely into the depths of the lake, swaying its tail.

The space inside the beast's mouth was quite large, easily accommodating five or six people. Zhang Wu found a spot to sit down, the texture of which felt like sitting on a slightly rough linen sofa. He could clearly feel the long, clear breaths of the giant beast carrying him.

He didn't feel any bumps or dizziness along the way. By the time Zhang Wuxun came to his senses, the Mabonim had stopped, its mouth open, and Zhang Wuxun could see the light again.

That was the light of a torch.

Zhang Wuxun immediately stepped out of the beast's mouth and looked around. He discovered that this place should be a shallow area of ​​an underground river, with a large cave just beyond.

The shallows are piled with stones of all sizes, their edges smoothed by the water flow.

After delivering the person to the destination, Maponim gave a cheerful whistle and turned to swim further downstream with the current.

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