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

Zhang Haike turned on the light on his watch and looked carefully at the edge of the broken blade, and found that the crack was not neat.

He touched it carefully and found many small pits on the surface of the broken part, which seemed to be corroded. He was amazed. "It is so badly damaged. No wonder it breaks easily. Does your scale secrete venom?"

"I don't think so." Zhang Wuxun shook his head. "This ability to corrupt matter can only be achieved by another kind of energy stored in my body."

As he said this, he took the dagger, picked up the broken blade on the ground, pieced the broken ends together, and then gently stroked it with his thumb. The next second, as if by magic, the dagger appeared intact in front of Zhang Haike.

Zhang Haike looked at him in surprise, but he was not surprised. Instead, he seemed to be thinking about something, as if he had figured something out. "No wonder, you have so many secrets."

"So, stop trying to test me." Zhang Wuxun's expression faded.

The brightness of the watch could only illuminate a small area. Most of Zhang Wuxun's figure was hidden in the darkness. Only his eyes, when staring at people, seemed like some kind of animal resting in the shadows, with a strange and cold feeling.

The moment he turned his head, there seemed to be a faint light flashing in his pupils, flickering and making it difficult to see clearly.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

"..." Zhang Haike was a little surprised. He opened his mouth to explain something, but he couldn't refute it. "...I'm sorry."

"Your existence is too uncontrollable, and your appearance is just coincidental. Our plan cannot afford any mistakes, but we can't completely exclude you as an alien. In fact, we need you too..."

Zhang Haike spoke out his thoughts, pursed his lips, and continued, "And we all know that there will probably not be another chance in the next ten years. Even if there is, it probably won't belong to our three generations. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"I know, so I'm just reminding you."

Zhang Wuxun looked back at him, his eyes slightly curved, as cunning as if he had succeeded in a prank.

Zhang Haike breathed a sigh of relief, but when he recalled the look in his eyes just now, he still felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

He knew that Zhang Wuxun had already realized that this was a test, and he himself was the one who arranged this matter.

He didn't know whether pushing the young man in front of him to this point would be good or bad for the future.

He could only find as many weights as possible that might be used, and then try to pile them up so that Zhang Wuxun could become a butterfly powerful enough to stir up a hurricane.

Zhang Wuxun obviously discovered all this and accepted it calmly.

He had to accept it.

The system appeared when he was a child and has been silently accompanying him as he grew up, silently instilling in him the obsession of pursuing the truth, and then brought him into this world, luring him into the game step by step.

After Qin Ling's sacrifice, he anticipated that one day he would face an extremely huge existence.

Human beings are irrational animals. Rational reasoning can only obtain trends, but it is difficult to guarantee whether a person will behave in a certain way at that moment in that environment.

When a person gains something, it means he has given up something he originally had, and this is the price.

Zhang Haisi paid with his life, and Zhang Menyu might have paid the same. So, what about him? When everything ends and stops, what price will he pay?

"Let's go." Zhang Wuxun looked towards the second cave entrance from the left, raised his chin, and said nothing more.

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at the same time.

On a long downward stone staircase, Wu Xie and Fatty were running frantically. They didn't know how long they had been running, and their throats were wheezing like bellows, and they were breathing unevenly, as if they were being chased by a ghost.

Finally, there was a change in front of the stone steps, and there was a dark cave entrance.

"Hurry!" the fat man shouted hoarsely, "The exit is just ahead!"

"I saw it!" Wu Xie shouted back. A rustling scratching sound came from behind him, getting closer and closer. He subconsciously turned his head and looked back.

The entire space was filled with rustling sounds, as if a strong wind was blowing through a dense poplar forest, and the branches and leaves were shaking wildly like ghosts clapping their hands.

In just a moment, countless gray and white cardboard figures floated out from the corner of the stairs above, and each of their mouths opened and closed, making a crunching chewing sound.

They have pointy limbs, paper-thin heads, and facial features that are flat and scribbled like children's doodles. They look very crudely made.

Apart from their pale color, their appearance is very similar to the red paper figurines that Wu Xie used to cut out from the waste paper left over from cutting window decorations during the Chinese New Year when he was a child.

The difference is that these paper figures are eerie white, ridiculously tall, not afraid of fire or water, and have strong attack power!

The moment Wu Xie turned around, he could even see clearly that the giant cardboard man leading the group had his backpack strap hanging on the corner of its mouth, staring at him with ferocious eyes and hideous features.

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He and the fat man ran all the way here, and all their equipment was scattered and eaten by the cardboard man who was chasing them from behind.

God knows how he could see the word "cannibalism" in those flat facial features.

"Stop, stop, stop -"

The fat man suddenly yelled, "It's empty, there's a dead end ahead!"

"What?" Wu Xie was shocked.

"Oh shit!" The two of them ran so fast that they had no time to brake due to inertia. They missed a step and fell down, almost hanging on the edge of the cliff.

Wu Xie was floundering around, grabbing the protrusions on the rock wall with both hands and subconsciously pulling forward with all his strength. As a result, he bumped into a sharp stone and blood spurted out.

"Tian Zhen, get up quickly and grab the stone next to your head!" The fat man was heavy and fell further down. He grabbed the protruding stone pillar with one hand, gritted his teeth and pushed Wu Xie's butt hard, trying to push him up.

Wu Xie's head was buzzing from the blow. After he finally came to his senses, he quickly did as Fatty said. He held on to the stone with one hand and pushed against the stone wall with his feet. The two of them shouted "three, two, one" at the same time and exerted force. They jumped up a long distance and climbed onto the edge of the cliff.

Seeing that Wu Xie had successfully climbed up with half of his body, the two of them were quite far apart. In this position, the arms could be stretched straight, making it easier for the fat man to exert force.

The fat man didn't care about himself. He held his breath, shouted, and pushed again, trying to make Wu Xie flip over in one go.

Suddenly, he felt the pressure on his hands lighten a little, and he thought that Wu Xie had climbed up by himself.

Before he could even be happy, he saw Wu Xie flying up right in front of him as if he was hanging on a wire.

Then, a pair of white, thin hands with long pointed fingers reached down from above and poked in front of the fat man's eyes.

"Damn it!" The fat man immediately took a breath of cold air, and then quickly held his breath, cursing in his heart, when did this paper man come here? He didn't even make the slightest noise. (End of this chapter)