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

Chapter 514 Bone Jade Offering
The fat man said incredulously, "You were right, this thing is a metallic meteorite."

A hollow meteorite bubble crashed into the mountain a long time ago, cooled and solidified here. Someone discovered this thing, so they broke through its outer shell, went inside, and polished and carved these things.

These enormous bronze structures, embedded deep underground, are all fragments scattered from the burning of that massive meteorite.

Wu Xie couldn't help but think of the giant bronze gate in the underground rock strata of Changbai Mountain, the meteorite cave under the ancient city of the Queen Mother of the West, the bronze divine tree standing in the Qinling Mountains of Taibai, and the meteorite jade mountain range stretching under the Himalayas.

All the clues they discovered along the way, including Mount Siguniang and the Zhang Family Ancient Building in Banna, even the mysterious Little Kingdom of Immortality that he and Fatty had visited, and...

Wu Xie glanced at Feng without leaving a trace, as well as at the Zan Shen Gate that the Germans were so eager to visit. These ruins all had traces of bronze meteorites to some extent.

This meteorite swept across most of the country, even one-ninth of the Earth, entering the atmosphere from the east, then breaking apart into several pieces that crashed deep into the Earth's crust.

Of course, it is also possible that the opposite is true. If we consider the meteorite site that the Germans once discovered, then the huge meteorite entered from the west. In that case, there may be even more fragments that have not yet been discovered by humans that eventually crashed into the sea.

If these engraved patterns are absolutely accurate, then the parent meteorite of the meteorite that crashed in from the east should be the one located at the foot of Changbai Mountain.

If that's the case, then is the core of the ultimate thing inside the bronze gate, as the young man mentioned, derived from outer space? And is the energy that was controlling the wooden fish related to this?

Wu Xie looked down at the relief, his nerves becoming more and more tense, and the white hairs on his back began to sprout little by little.

How did these meteorite fragments buried deep underground come to be discovered and utilized by ancient people? Apparently, these ancient people had been tracking the trajectory of the mother meteorite and found several of them.

The dragon vein recorded on the Lu Emperor's silk is also closely related to these extraterrestrial meteorites. After Jude Kao failed in his pursuit of immortality and sought death, this pawn was forced to be discarded. When the ten-year deadline arrived, Xiao Ge left. The Wang family, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally could not hold back and was forced to surface by the combined forces of the Zhang family and the Khampa people.

This war without gunfire has reached its climax, no wonder the Zhang family, who had been hiding all along, suddenly emerged.

Zhang Haike said that Wu Xie is the key to breaking the balance, which means that every step he takes next is crucial. If he fails, the scorching fireball will explode immediately, and all the magma accumulated in the crater will gush out. The consequences will be immeasurable.

Wu Xie felt an immense pressure on his back. He pursed his lips, concealing his thoughts, and only gave Fatty a vague, superficial analysis.

Zhang Haixing had already walked to the other side of the disc at the bottom of the pit. Feng Bai was squatting on it listlessly, a cold smile always on his lips, looking like he knew everything. But no one paid attention to his little schemes that he was having fun with.

After listening to Wu Xie's analysis, Fatty said, "No need to worry about it. Look at this picture. It shows houses collapsing, ground cracking, and the mountain seemingly splitting in two from the inside. This meteorite is suddenly exposed in the rock layer. With this thing embedded in the ground, the structure inside the rock layer is obviously very unstable."

"This process feels like a seed sprouting," the fat man said, gesturing with his fingers.

"Are you kidding me?" Wu Xie was startled by his words, a chill running down his spine. He immediately shook his head and said, "You mean these meteorites are actually some kind of seed from outer space that can sprout?"

"That's impossible. Perhaps the meteorite changed the structure of the mountain after it fell in, which triggered an earthquake or something long afterward, causing the mountain to collapse and the meteorite embedded in the rock layer to be shaken out by the earthquake."

Wu Xie had initially only guessed, but as he spoke, he suddenly understood the principle behind it: "Almond cake!"

"What? Cake?" the fat man asked, puzzled. "Now that you mention it, I know I'm hungry, but where am I supposed to find a cake for you in this desolate wilderness?"

Zhang Wuxun sighed, "Wu Xie means that the mountain where the meteorite fell is like a cake filled with almonds. If you break it open, you'll always find a few almonds at the break. Hard things are similar. If there's an air bubble in a long piece of steel, then the place where the bubble was will definitely break later."

Wu Xie nodded and affirmed, "That's right. Because an impurity changes the overall stability of the material, as long as an earthquake occurs, the rock strata will crack and expose these bronze meteorites."

The fat man stroked his chin. "That makes some sense."

Zhang Haixing bent over, resting her hands on her knees, and listened intently to their conversation. "Continue, continue."

Wu Xie continued looking down along the engravings and saw a relief sculpture on the side, depicting many people hammering and carving on the exposed part of the meteorite rock. However, the shapes of these densely packed figures were very strange.

Each of these people seemed to have a lot of hands. Wu Xie initially thought it was due to the overlapping layers created when the figures were sculpted, to express that there were many, many people. But when he looked closely, a chill immediately ran down his spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"King of Ten Thousand Slaves".

As if afraid of disturbing something, he said softly.

The fat man rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"

The moment the two finished speaking, Zhang Wuxun suddenly turned his head, staring intently at a certain open space behind the group, his right hand on the deer antler hunting knife at his waist, the blade already showing its sharpness.

Wu Xie and his companion were startled and quickly stood up to look in that direction, which was deep inside the meteorite cave.

It was pitch black over there; they saw nothing and heard nothing.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xie asked in a low voice, "Did you find something?"

“Something was watching us just now,” Zhang Wuxun said.

The fat man shone a light in that direction and said, "It's probably an old woman. Wasn't she just squatting over there?"

"No, it's gone now."

Or rather, that thing has moved to a different location.

Zhang Wuxun remained vigilant, simply sheathing his knife. "Zhang Haixing was on the other side just now; she seems to have discovered something as well. Let's go check it out."

Wu Xie withdrew his gaze and responded. He trusted Zhang Wuxun's intuition and whispered to Fatty, "There's definitely something strange about this place. The Wan Nu King was on the pattern we saw earlier. Who knows where one might suddenly jump out? We'd better be careful."

Zhang Haixing, unaware of what was happening on their side, turned around and called out, "Come here quickly, there's something even more awesome here."

Wu Xie and Fatty exchanged a glance, then quickly approached, asking, "What the heck is that?"

Like a rabbit, Feng also crept over like a dog, wanting to see what was going on.

Zhang Wuxun lagged behind, and after they had gone far away, he walked around the disc once. Red liquid dripped down his right hand and began to spread along the patterns on the design.

Then he stared at the winding trail of blood on the ground, showing no obvious signs of backing down, and then stepped back to stand in front of Wu Xie.

Hearing the fat man mutter, "What is that thing? It's so fat, it looks like a person."

"Who would lie in such a filthy place?" Wu Xie asked.

The thought that flashed through his mind was immediately dismissed; there was no way the young man could be here, especially not in such a pathetic manner.

That guy is a bit of a germaphobe.

The man was completely covered in black mud and glue, and he appeared to be curled up and kneeling on the ground. Several wrist-thick vine-like things were attached to his body. The fat man tore off the black mud and found that they were three bronze chains.

Chains secured the man to the ground, preventing him from being swept away by the surging mud. "What on earth is this thing? Is it some kind of diarrhea god?" the fat man asked, looking around in bewilderment. "Did it drain itself of its own bodily fluids and die here?"

Wu Xie feigned surprise, "You mean all those things were produced by this guy? He must have worked so diligently for a long time."

"Haven't you heard the song, 'I've been playing it for five hundred years inside the bronze gate'?" the fat man said.

Zhang Haixing sighed, looked up at the ceiling, clearly speechless at the two of them.

The fat man picked at the dried dirt under his fingernails. "Big sister, don't do that. These witty remarks won't harm our professional skills. On the contrary, they can liven up the atmosphere. A dull environment is not conducive to our clever little brains thinking."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see what this thing actually is," Zhang Haixing said. "Aren't you tired of rambling on like you're doing a stand-up comedy routine?"

The fat man imitated the pose of the black clay figure, sticking out his buttocks and saying, "Such a seductive pose, perhaps it's part of the play between the clay figure and the bronze cave."

Zhang Haixing was furious. "Shut up!"

The fat man gave a muffled "humph".

Zhang Wuxun smiled and said, "This posture looks like she's protecting something under her belly. Why don't you turn her over and take a look?"

"Skill breeds daring." The fat man rubbed his hands together and kicked the mud figure over.

However, before they could take a closer look, the clay figure flipped back over like a roly-poly toy.

"Oh ho?" The fat man reached out and poked it again. "Dead or alive, huh? He's pretty persistent."

The clay figure had no dents on its surface and felt hard to the touch. You could feel that the fat man had used a lot of force, but there was no change. The corpse seemed to be covered by a layer of stone shell.

"Dead, dead, petrified, who knows how long he's been dead here." The fat man visibly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and saw Wu Xie, and immediately pushed him back with his elbow, "You need to stay away."

Wu Xie curled his lip, "Aren't they all petrified? They can't possibly jump up and bite people."

The fat man chuckled and said, "With you there, it's hard to say. What if it's a Calabash Brother pretending to be dead?"

"Get lost, get lost." Wu Xie laughed and scolded, "It might not be the fourth brother. That snake spirit can turn into stone too, so be careful."

Zhang Haixing glanced at them sideways and said, "Are you fucking funny? Why don't you go back to your mother's womb and be reborn before you come here?"

As he spoke, he kicked the clay figure, causing it to fall to the side, stepped on it to pin it down, and reached out to touch the clay figure's face.

The fat man quickly grabbed her arm and said with dissatisfaction, "If this is the place of the gods, then the glorious task of unveiling the gods' veil must be mine. Ever since I started following Little Innocent, I've often lost money. Now I can't lose even my honor. Get out of my way."

Zhang Haixing angrily said, "Stop talking nonsense, all of you go stand aside, I won't give you any honor."

The fat man gave Zhang Haixing a look that left no room for negotiation, and stared at her for a long time.

The two locked eyes, their tension palpable, as if sparks were about to fly in the air.

Zhang Haixing narrowed her eyes, her fingers twitched, and she almost couldn't suppress the urge to take action.

With a "sizzle," in the brief moment of their confrontation, Zhang Wuxun had already peeled the black mud off the clay figure's face, revealing a mass of white bone underneath, which shone with a blurry luster when illuminated by a flashlight.

Zhang Haixing flung the fat man's hand away, snorted coldly, and said nothing more.

Zhang Wuxun pinched the raised black mud and continued peeling along the white bone. Soon, a strange human face appeared before everyone's eyes.

It is neither a stone nor a fossilized human bone, but a translucent jade-like stone with many black, vein-like veins showing through it.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his face was covered with many spiderweb-like things, circle after circle. The fat man used his dagger to pry them apart, and with a little force, the web-like lines shattered brittlely, unlike the solid white jade shell on the outside.

The fat man quickly chipped off all the brittle shells from his face, revealing the chapped skin underneath.

It was the face of a weathered and withered old man, with sharp facial features, shriveled up to just a layer of skin covering the bones.

The dagger clicked and jammed. The fat man's hand trembled, and he accidentally smashed the old man's eyelid. A small black ball popped out and bounced onto the fat man's wrist, giving him quite a fright.

"Ow!"

The fat man shouted in a gruff voice.

The small black ball fell to the ground and burrowed into the black mud.

Zhang Wuxun quickly grabbed it with two fingers, held it up to his eyes, and frowned slightly. "I feel like I've seen this somewhere before."

"What is this?" Wu Xie looked at it, but couldn't figure it out. He asked, "What kind of bead has so many tiny holes, so densely packed together?"

The fat man also said, "It looks like an enlarged black tumor."

“What kind of tumor?” Zhang Haixing asked. “It looks like a mulberry.”

Mulberries the size of bottle caps?

Zhang Wuxun frowned and pondered carefully, wondering where he had seen this before.

Seeing that he couldn't figure it out, the fat man went to examine the clay figure, "to see if there are any other black beads."

The clothes around the collar of the clay figure were completely rotten, and the parts that had fallen off had been swept away by the mud. Now only some fibers and some Tibetan silverware that was not easily perishable remained on the figure.

Wu Xie reminded him, "Look at the other eye."

The fat man then smashed the other eyelid with his dagger, and sure enough, there was another almost identical black bead inside.

"Why did this bead replace this person's eyeball?" Wu Xie wondered.

Or perhaps this person's eyeballs were transformed into this shape by the black mud?
“No.” Zhang Wuxun breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered where this thing had appeared before. “There are three of these things in total. There should have been one in this person’s mouth originally.”

The cold, lifeless clay figure did indeed have its mouth slightly open.

“If I’m not mistaken, one of the purposes of placing this person here is as a sacrificial offering,” Zhang Wuxun said.

good night