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

The fat man was so anxious that he cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

At this moment, the pair of paper hands stretched down a little bit, and were about to pierce the fat man's eyes, but suddenly stopped.

Then, countless chaotic sizzling and shrieking sounds came from above, and all the paper figures became restless.

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But at that time, Wu Xie was trying hard to climb up by clinging to the edge of the stone steps. He had just put his right hand on it, but before he could exert any strength, he was grabbed by the shoulder by a huge force and lifted up like a chicken.

"Who?" He looked up in confusion, and was unexpectedly met with a pale and familiar cardboard face that looked very similar to his.

It was as if a painted-skin ghost had peeled off his face without him noticing, and then pasted it on the face of a paper man.

The paper man opened its two eye slits that glowed with a spooky red light and stared straight at Wu Xie.

"!!" Wu Xie's exclamation was stuck in his throat, and his upper body couldn't help but lean back.

The strangest thing about these paper figures is their ability to imitate. Their faces are not fixed, and the longer you stare at the paper figure, the more they will resemble that person.

From the flat and rough lines at the beginning, to now being able to make some exaggerated and funny expressions with a slack face.

The closer their faces are to humans, the more flexible their movements are.

The paper man dragged Wu Xie up from under the stone steps, turned around by holding one of his legs, and held him upside down as if displaying a trophy.

Of course Wu Xie would not sit there and wait for death. His eyes became fierce, and he pushed the ground with one hand, using the force to flip his waist upwards. He wrapped his legs around the paper man's arms and twisted them hard, flipping the paper man to the ground in an instant.

"Squeak", the sound of flesh being cut came from the paper man, and an arm was torn off.

Wu Xie escaped successfully and stood up immediately, looking ahead, while stepping back little by little towards the edge of the broken stone steps.

This was like stirring up the nest of "evil". The paper people seemed to be enraged, and countless pale and miserable "Wu Xie" faces screamed and surrounded him.

White shadows were dancing around him. Wu Xie felt dizzy and his ears were ringing. He was breathing heavily, with cold sweat on his forehead. He dodged the attacks of the paper men one after another and was overwhelmed.

These paper figures cannot be killed by ordinary physical attacks. The broken paper figures will swallow their own limbs and then grow again, just like upgraded monsters. The more times they are broken, the more human-like their behavior becomes.

Two fists are no match for many hands, and soon Wu Xie was caught by the paper people. He felt a tearing pain in his arm. It was the largest paper person who looked most like him!
These paper figures are extremely vengeful and are extremely aggressive towards any creature that breaks into the tower.

Once you are caught by them, you will be crippled if not dead!
More paper figures with red eyes rushed over here, and the sound of paper rubbing against each other intensified, like a downpour.

Sharp claws swarmed over and grabbed Wu Xie's arms and legs and pulled them. The sharp fingers almost pierced into his flesh through the sleeves of his jacket, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces on the spot.

Wu Xie was extremely anxious. The pain in his limbs forced him to calm down. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

He quickly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva directly at the paper figure in front of him.

He wasn't sure whether these paper figures were evil spirits or not, but he was always afraid of those things in the tomb.

The scene was chaotic and the environment was dark, so Wu Xie didn't know who was hit.

All I heard was a series of piercing screams, and the paper man in front of me began to tremble like a sieve, as if it was electrocuted.

With a swish sound, the paper man in the front was torn in the middle. The other paper men grabbed the limbs of the paper man like crazy and tore it apart. In an instant, it was torn into waste paper, and it collapsed to the ground like a broken lantern.

The paper people scrambled for the paper man's thin head and swallowed it up in a few bites.

Wu Xie looked at the scene in astonishment. Could his blood actually cause infighting among the paper figures?
No, to be more precise, it is the vitality contained in the blood.

These paper people are yin objects. Their natural habit is to pursue vital energy. The more vital energy they consume after coming into contact with people, the more powerful the paper people become.

No wonder she chased him and the fat man so far, with an attitude of never giving up, and even swallowed the things they discarded. After the paper people shared the vitality, they were dazed for a while, and then they all turned their attention to the more attractive one. On the identical face, the flat corners of the mouth stretched out to both sides in strange arcs.

“Fuck!” Wu Xie cursed, gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He untied the bandage on his left hand and clenched his palm tightly. The wound that had not healed completely suddenly broke apart, and the smell of blood immediately spread.

The red light in the paper people's eyes became even more intense.

The moment the paper man pounced on him, Wu Xie spat out a handful of blood, then found a barely open gap and dived in, running wildly while spattering blood, with the main purpose of sharing the blessing equally.

The breath of living things spread out like exploding fireworks, and the paper people suddenly fell into a carnival, as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

This move killed eight hundred enemies but cost one thousand and fifteen hundred of our own.

The one whose arm was torn off by Wu Xie still stubbornly chased after him, and some paper figures attracted by the stronger smell of life also followed.

Wu Xie only heard a rustling sound and his scalp tightened. He quickly dodged to the side, but it was already too late.

A huge force hit him from behind, knocking Wu Xie flying.

Wu Xie felt as if he was pushed by a heavy truck from behind. He flew up uncontrollably and then hit the cave wall in front of the stone bridge heavily.

With a bang, all the blood disappeared from Wu Xie's face in an instant. He almost passed out from the pain, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

He felt that half of his spine was about to be shattered by this blow, and his internal organs were about to fall out.

His mouth and nose were filled with a strong smell of rust, and Wu Xie swallowed the blood foam around his mouth.

Countless white shadows were swaying and floating around, as if the funeral banners hanging in the mourning hall were blown around by the wind.

Wu Xie's eyes were dazed and darkened for a moment, just like the old black and white TV that couldn't receive any signal.

"……Innocent……"

He seemed to hear the fat man calling him.

"Innocent!"

This time it's much clearer.

Wu Xie felt a cool breeze blowing on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a fat green face right in front of him.

The yellow-green flames flickered, making the face look eerie, as if the paper man had suddenly come to life and turned into a fat man. He was so frightened that he almost passed out.

"Cough cough cough..." Wu Xie's lungs were about to burst from coughing, and his entire body was in excruciating pain.

Seeing Wu Xie wake up, Fatty quickly blew out the small flame in his hand, helped him sit up, and patted his back gently, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, take it easy, take it easy before you talk."

"Cough cough... Fatty... cough... what's the matter...?"

Wu Xie covered his mouth and nose, and finally managed to breathe normally.

Hearing his question, the fat man stroked his beard, which had grown to half a finger joint long and was tangled, and sighed, "It's a long story."

Wu Xie's throat was so dry, as if it was being scratched by sandpaper. He swallowed hard and signaled him with his eyes to stop talking nonsense.

But Fatty was not in a hurry. He took out a dented military water bottle from behind him like a magician and passed it to Wu Xie to feed him. "That's all the water we have. We have to drink it sparingly."

Seeing the familiar broken kettle, Wu Xie's heart skipped a beat and a chill instantly ran down his spine. (End of this chapter)