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

Zhang Wuxun's outstretched hand froze, and his expression turned strange. "You mean... they have claws?"

Zhang Haike smiled wisely and said, "On the way to the Snake Temple, the murals gave us the answer from the beginning."

"Then why didn't mine change?" Zhang Wuxun looked at his hands over and over, very confused.

This change in species direction made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he was also a little worried about facing the unknown.

He had been in the egg for so long but had not transformed, except that his sense of smell had become extremely sensitive, which had the benefit of making it easier for him to receive information conveyed by pheromones.

As of now, this change does not seem to have any adverse impact on the established plans, in short, there is no harm.

Could it be that this change is based on the current needs of the individual to choose the part of evolution?
"Maybe you are not adapted enough?" Zhang Haike pondered.

Zhang Haike also had only a vague understanding of this. The person he had seen had failed in the second hatching. She had already undergone an incomplete evolution, and the most obvious change was her eyes.

Regardless of the age of the chosen person, they are called young before they hatch.

But after all, Zhang Haike was an outsider, and with only a brief contact, he couldn't get to know her more deeply, because the exposure of secrets is often accompanied by disaster.

No matter how powerful a group is, it will eventually decline, either due to natural disasters or man-made calamities, just like the Zhang family which was once at its peak.

Moreover, that person only mentioned that this change varies from person to person, and the rule their tribe abides by is "survival of the evolved", and only snake species that have successfully hatched for the first time will receive resources and strive to gain recognition from the ancestral tree.

However, this rule is no longer applicable now. After a rebellion five hundred years ago, the young species that can be successfully activated without any setbacks are basically one in ten thousand. They are very rare. When they find one, they wish they could treat it as a horn bone of the ancestor snake and raise it carefully.

Although it was of no use in the end, otherwise such an xenophobic family would not have fallen to the point where they could not even protect their own ancestral tree, and had to rely on the power of outsiders to barely maintain a state of slow decline. In the end, it was just a last-ditch effort to repair a broken bowstring.

Thinking of this, Zhang Haike couldn't help but show a bit of sadness on his face, but he quickly restrained himself.

Although it was only a brief moment, Zhang Wuxun was able to detect that something was wrong with his emotions. "What's wrong?"

Zhang Haike shook his head. "It's not the right time yet. Telling you now will only cause more trouble."

However, he still gave Zhang Wuxun a more reliable answer to the previous question, "Perhaps the change is subtle and is affected by external factors. This change is still ongoing and may last for a long time until you encounter the next opportunity for evolution."

Zhang Wuxun stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "What's the last name of the old friend you mentioned who was related to snakes?"

Zhang Haike tilted his head slightly to look at him. A warm red light came through the cave entrance behind him, illuminating the right half of Zhang Wuxun's face clearly.

"Her last name is She."

"What's your name?" Zhang Wuxun asked.

"You'll find out later."

Zhang Haike laughed as if sighing, "You have forgotten too many things."

Zhang Wuxun was speechless. He also knew that his memories of his early years were incomplete and even a little confused.

At this moment, he sensed some complicated emotions from Zhang Haike, and he seemed to realize, "Don't you find it strange that I look like this?"

"You are destined to look like this." Zhang Haike said with a firm tone, as if he had already confirmed something. Hearing this, Zhang Wuxun raised his eyebrows, "Why do you say that? Is it because of Zhang Haisi or because of that old friend named She?"

Zhang Haike hissed and looked at him with a headache, "Smart kids sometimes pretend to be dumb to be more likable."

Zhang Wuxun rolled his eyes and said, "A likable old man shouldn't be so secretive when he speaks."

After saying that, he leaned forward and dived into the dark cave in front of him.

"Old man? Are you talking about me?"

Zhang Haike opened his mouth and pointed at himself in disbelief. His peaceful expression broke. "I'm an old man?!"

"Hurry up and catch up, I smell Wu Xie and the others." Zhang Wuxun's voice floated over.

"Hey!" Zhang Haike chased after him, bending down to avoid the blunted stone edges on top, muttering, "Let me tell you, some sayings are still popular today and they make sense, like the saying that if you don't listen to your elders, you'll be less happy for half a year."

"It seems to make some sense. When I'm old, I'll still be talking nonsense." Zhang Wuxun snorted and laughed. He turned the corner and suddenly four or five forked tunnels appeared in front of him.

Zhang Haike squatted and took a few steps, then straightened up slightly and looked over his shoulder. He exclaimed, "It's easy to get into the cave, but hard to get out. Which way should we go?"

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Zhang Wuxun closed his eyes, "...wait a moment, let me feel it."

Among the many holes ahead, half of them had familiar scent molecules, but they were very rare, stayed for a very short time, and came from relatively far away through the air flow.

It seems that some of these tunnels will eventually lead to the same place. It didn't take Wu Xie and Fatty long to pass through there.

The two were in quite intense emotions at the time, which left behind a shallow but strongly directed smell group, which drifted here and formed several fuzzy dotted arrows invisibly. Zhang Wuxun needed to find the clearest one among them.

"Turn left..." Zhang Wuxun opened his eyes, and just as the words came out of his mouth, the air behind him shook rapidly.

Zhang Wuxun did not even turn his head. He stretched out his hand like lightning and directly caught the cold light with his fingertips. In an instant, a thin layer of fine scales like a film appeared on the surface of the skin from the back of his hand to his forearm.

In the pitch-dark cave, the scales glowed silver, with a faint ripple like water.

Zhang Wuxun didn't realize it at first, and turned around and asked Zhang Haike unhappily, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Haike did not answer, but stared at his hand, emitting an emotion of "shock" that could not be captured by the human eye.

"..." Zhang Wuxun realized it belatedly and lowered his head. The fingers that were holding the blade unconsciously exerted force, and the front end of the scales between his fingers swelled slightly, squeezing the blade. With a crisp "biu" sound, the blade of the dagger broke into two pieces.

“Fuck!” Zhang Wuxun was startled and quickly retracted his hand. He touched his fingertips and found that the skin was still soft with a few calluses. “It’s gone.”

He was absolutely sure that he was not seeing things, nor was he dazzled.

If his night vision and perception were correct, then the only problem was with him.

Zhang Haike let out a long breath, holding the short half of the dagger and shaking it, "It seems that your evolution this time is not only related to information perception, but also related to body surface defense." (End of this chapter)