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

Chapter 548: Like a Snake but Not a Snake
"Roger that!"

The fat man roared, carrying Wu Xie on his back and jumping around to avoid the large and small rocks falling from the sky. He didn't care about the traps on the road at all, he just kept running with his head covered.

The successive explosions made the entire space seem to be twisted together by an invisible giant hand, and all the air in it made a distorted crackling sound.

In just a moment, most of the huge stone slab on the top of the cave where the Hydra Cypress was located collapsed, and the stone door they had passed through when they came in was completely buried under the cracked stones, and there was no trace of its existence.

The fat man ran for his life, and seeing the stone tower right in front of him, a vine that was blown off suddenly came out from the side, like a siege hammer, and fell heavily on the crack in the ground in front of him.

Seeing that there was no time to brake, the fat man immediately used all his strength and jumped across like a deer leaping over a chasm, "Aiya--roar!"

However, Fatty overestimated his jumping ability and underestimated his own weight and the weight of Wu Xie on his back. The combination of the thick vines and the nearly one-meter-wide crack made it as difficult as migrating wildebeests on the African savannah crossing the Nile River, which was full of predators.

Sure enough, when the fat man's front legs flew into the air and were about to retract his hind legs, his ankle was hooked by a vine that was not yet completely inactive. His body suddenly lost balance and he fell down, carrying Wu Xie on his back with him as he screamed and fell into the dark crack.

"Fatty!" Zhang Wuxun watched from afar as the Fatty and Wu Xie on his back disappeared into the darkness while running. He suddenly became anxious and immediately decided to retreat and meet up with Zhang Haike and the others underground.

Zhang Haike's whistle had not been sounded for a while. He must have heard the noise above their heads and knew that they could handle it, so he stopped helping them to distract the Hydra Cypress.

It is still unknown what the situation is like below the ground. Judging from the current situation, Zhang Haike himself is probably not having an easy time either.

The Hydra cypress had become somewhat dispirited by the repeated explosions, and its vines drooped limply, and even the strength with which it swung the vines in pursuit of the sound had diminished a lot.

Zhang Wu looked for a good opportunity, jumped high on a rock, then kicked a vine that was hanging in the air and moving slowly. Before the vine could react, he jumped again and landed on the thickest vine that was higher up, then ran forward quickly along its hard trunk like walking on a tightrope.

The vines were suddenly pressed down by a force and immediately began to tremble reflexively. The thinner vines around them were startled by the movement and swam over like giant snakes, twitching wildly and whipping Zhang Wuxun fiercely as he was running.

Zhang Wuxun quickly squatted down to avoid the two crossed whips. He hooked his legs around the trunk of the vine under his feet and swung gently. At the moment the vine was about to hit the ground, he released his strength, bounced upwards, and grabbed another vine in mid-air. The vine swung and carried Zhang Wuxun away from its original place, and the next vine that attacked him missed again.

There was an endless stream of vines coming to attack. Zhang Wuxun shuttled through them and followed the same method. With the help of the force generated by the swinging vines, he quickly arrived at the edge of the area where the Hydra cypress spread.

Taking advantage of the force of the vines, Zhang Wuxun flew sideways, rolled in mid-air to relieve the force, and then landed steadily, completely breaking away from the encirclement of the Hydra Cypress.

No longer having to worry about anything, Zhang Wuxun took out a slender single-soldier bullet tube from the space, turned around, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

A group of extremely gorgeous golden meteors flew away with the wind, dragging a long white-gray tail of smoke, and plunged into the huge body of the Hydra cypress.

Just as the rising sun pierced through the darkness and illuminated the sky, the Hydra Cypress transformed into a huge awakening flaming silver tree.

In an instant, all the vines were burning, thick smoke billowed, and there seemed to be countless twisting shadows of pythons in the fire. The curling flames shot up into the sky, and in the vast sparks, it was as if an ancient giant beast, whose body was burned in fire, stood up.

Zhang Wuxun couldn't stand the pungent garlic smell of the white phosphorus bomb, so he covered his mouth and nose, turned around and ran towards the crack where Wu Xie and the others last stopped.

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When the fat man jumped into the air, he felt that something terrible might happen, as his body was already sinking under the influence of gravity.

But there was no room for regret now that he had already rushed out. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, trying to stretch his legs forward, trying to make the split wider.

Just as his front foot was about to reach the edge of the crack, his ankle suddenly tightened, as if something had tied him up. The fat man cursed inwardly, "Damn it!" The feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him.

As the fat man screamed and fell down, he did not forget to hold Wu Xie tightly on his back with one hand, and used the other hand to flutter and grab the stone wall next to him.

But the protruding stones on the stone wall were very brittle and soft, like wood that had been rotten and softened by insects.

The fat man bumped into the stone wall and waved his arms and grabbed it several times, but the stone protrusion was broken off before he could put much effort. He was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

It was pitch black under the crack and I couldn't see anything, but I could clearly feel that the crack was narrower than I had imagined.

The two of them stumbled and fell down for a while. When they came to their senses, they immediately twisted their bodies to the side, and used their limbs to support the stone wall like a lying turtle, and stuck themselves in the gap.

Fatty pushed Wu Xie forward with his backhand, took a breath and said, "Tianzhen, go and see if there are any vines on the stone wall that you can grab. It's dark down there and you can't see the bottom, but I can smell the stench of corpses when I breathe in. It's definitely not a good place. Let's climb up and meet up with Mu Yu first." "Okay, let me take a look." Wu Xie responded, lying on the fat man's broad back, holding one hand on the fat man's shoulder, slightly raising his upper body, and reaching out to touch the nearby stone wall.

The flashlights of the two men had been lost somewhere eight hundred years ago, and even their backpacks had been thrown to Java when they were fleeing. Now the two men were truly blind.

It's too dark in here. If I reach out my hand rashly, who knows what I might touch.

Wu Xie felt that this was not very reliable, so he asked Fatty, "Do you have a lighter? A tinderbox will do."

The fat man shrugged his left shoulder slightly and said, "I have half a box of matches in my pocket. Please use them sparingly."

Wu Xie reached out and took out an oil-paper bag from the left chest pocket of his jacket. There was still half a cigarette left in it, so he stuffed it back into the fat man's pocket.

One of his legs was in so much pain that he couldn't move it, so he could only use his good leg to support the fat man, "Hold on, I'll light a fire and see."

As he spoke, he took out a match from the small paper box, held the small stick and rubbed it on the red phosphorus on the side. With a pop, a cluster of sparks ignited. He quickly brought the rolled up oil paper forward and lit it, making a small torch.

The burning speed of the oil paper was measured in seconds, and Wu Xie hurriedly moved the small torch towards the stone wall.

Under the dim warm yellow firelight, the stone wall looked bumpy and uneven, as if something had built a nest there.

The stone wall was grey and had a frosted texture, and it sparkled in the firelight, as if it was embedded with particles of shattered glass.

Wu Xie gathered his concentration, held his breath and continued to take photos to the side.

There was a deep pit not far ahead. Wu Xie saw an orange-red climbing rope-like thing on the pit. He thought that it should be left by Zhang Haike. That guy might have been pulled into the crack by the Hydra Cypress and then climbed down along the rope.

He raised his arms high, trying to see if the rope above was hanging from the crack.

At this time, the flame of the small torch was already very weak, and the fingernails of the two fingers holding the oil paper roll could feel a slight burning sensation.

With a puff, the flame was completely extinguished, and Wu Xie could see clearly that the rope was hanging from above, and a long section of it was hanging on the stone wall above, which was very conspicuous on the gray and bare stone wall.

Wu Xie guessed that Zhang Haike climbed down either to avoid the Hydra or because he discovered something. Based on Wu Xie's understanding of that guy, the second possibility was more likely.

Wu Xie told Fatty what he had discovered. Fatty crawled forward two steps, propping himself up with his arms and legs, and asked, "Can you light it now?"

“Sure.” Wu Xie remembered that location, and Hei Xia Zi had once trained him to sense directions in the dark.

Wu Xie estimated the distance in his mind and slowly reached out his hand, but unexpectedly he touched nothing.

Huh? That's strange. It's within reach.

Wu Xie leaned closer and reached out to touch it again. This time there was no space, but he did grab a hard object, as thick as a rolling pin, icy cold, and covered with fine scales, which felt like a snake's tail.

Snake? His heart skipped a beat and he immediately pulled his hand back.

But it was too late. Due to his inconvenient posture, the movement of his hand could not catch up with the speed of the "snake"'s head chasing him.

He only felt a stinging pain on the back of his hand, and then a cold, tingling sensation spread along the back of his hand, as if countless ants were crawling on it.

Wu Xie only had time to whisper "Fatty" before he lost consciousness the next second.

"Innocent?"

The fat man felt a weight on his back, and one of his arms fell limply to his ear.

good night