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

Looking at the kettle that looked extremely familiar and should not be here, Wu Xie's heart sank and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

He remembered clearly that these equipments had been thrown out by him and Fatty to delay time when the paper men launched the attack at the very beginning, and now they were already buried in the belly of some paper man.

He was afraid that he had met a fake one right now.

"Drink it, what are you waiting for like that?" The fat man held up the kettle, wondering why he didn't open his mouth. "Your voice is so hoarse, as if you have been howling for your ancestors all night. It makes my ears tingle when I hear it."

Wu Xie took a deep breath, trying hard to control his expression, and calmly reached behind his back to feel around. He felt a stone and held it quietly. Only then did he feel more at ease.

"I don't need it. You drink it. I can still bear it." He said stiffly.

"Hey! This is strange. Why haven't I seen you so polite before? You even knew to give in to me, Fatty. What? Are you afraid that I will poison it?" The fat man glanced at him, and there seemed to be a faint red light flashing in his pupils.

Wu Xie keenly caught the hidden desire and greed for prey, and responded casually, his eyes completely cold.

He gripped the stone tightly, and leaned his body forward slightly as if he was doing something casual, all the muscles in his body tensed up secretly.

"Look at your little guts." The fat man grinned and seemed to notice something was wrong. His face suddenly darkened. "What are you doing hiding your hands behind your back?"

As he said this, he leaned over to take a look.

Seeing that he was about to be exposed, Wu Xie's eyes became fierce and he shouted in a low voice. At the moment when the fat man bent over, the stone in his hand, which had been accumulating power for a long time, smashed directly at his neck.

"Puff", a very faint sound of deflation came out from under his hand, and the stone easily pierced through half of the fat man's body.

"Fatty" froze completely. Under Wu Xie's suspicious gaze, the skin on "Fatty's" face began to turn dry and yellow like crumpled paper money, and quickly fell off layer by layer, turning into a blank face in the blink of an eye.

Wu Xie quickly picked up the lighter from the ground and lit it. He found that the color of the flame had returned to normal. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he saw something and suddenly his eyelids twitched. He staggered back a few steps and quickly put two arms' length away from the paper figurine that he had flattened.

The moment the fire lit up, he clearly saw something wriggling under the paper man's skin, like blood vessels expanded by heat, bulging and bulging, as if it could burst through the thin paper at any time.

"...hiss...found it..."

"…He discovered…"

What did you find?
There was a vague mumbling sound in his ears. Wu Xie held a mouthful of blood on the tip of his tongue and listened attentively.

"...hiss...he's looking over here..."

“…What should I do…What should I do…”

"...Hide..."

"...Hide quickly..."

In the dim flickering light, the rustling sounds suddenly became impatient, with everyone talking at once and hinting at excitement, like naughty children playing hide-and-seek with adults.

The hairs on Wu Xie's back stood up uncontrollably, cold sweat broke out, and his scalp felt numb.

It's over now!

Because he found that these sounds came from all directions and were everywhere, which means that he was surrounded!
"……laugh……"

As if someone had guessed what he was thinking, the noisy sounds around him suddenly quieted down.

Just at this moment, a sudden laugh exploded from behind him, very close.

Wu Xie subconsciously turned around, and a flash of gray quickly passed by his peripheral vision. A gust of cold wind blew behind him, as if something large was instantly moving away from him.

Wu Xie couldn't help but shudder and his breathing became rapid. At this moment, he was like Tang Monk who had mistakenly entered a demon cave and didn't dare to act rashly.

“…Not enough…”

“…Not enough to eat…”

A faint voice suddenly approached, and when Wu Xie looked over, it floated away with Xuan'er in its hand.

"...eat...eat him..."

"…eat him…eat him!!!"

The stalemate lasted only half a second before the impatient voice suddenly became sharp, like a zither with taut strings being scratched by a cat's claws. The sound was as frantic as a ghost crying, piercing the silence and resounding throughout the space, "Eat him!!"

"Eat him!!!"

The situation was completely out of control. Countless shrill wails swarmed towards Wu Xie. A cold wind was blowing fiercely, but only the sounds and the smell of blood could be heard, but no shadows could be seen. The pain all over his body like being scraped by a knife seemed to be an illusion.

What on earth was going on? Wu Xie rubbed his arm vigorously. There seemed to be a lingering pain from the wind blade scratching his skin, but his flesh was not damaged at all.

Wu Xie was surprised, but soon calmed down after thinking about something. Since he entered the range of the meteorite jade, similar hallucinations have appeared one after another. He himself has seen them before and has enough experience in dealing with them, so he was not panicked.

Wu Xie closed his eyes tightly and said silently in his heart: "Fake, fake, all fake, I am dreaming, I am dreaming..."

And at the moment he realized that all this was an illusion, everything became silent.

The only sound in the entire space was his breathing, which was amplified by the echo, as if he was trapped in a small cover.

Ding-ling-ling... The ethereal and pleasant sound of a copper bell suddenly rang in my mind, and the perception of my entire body instantly became clear.

Wu Xie suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and was immediately choked by the damp dust floating in the air and started coughing.

For fear of alerting some unknown danger, he coughed a few times, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. The ground under him seemed to be shaking.

He endured the itch in his throat and squinted his eyes to look around carefully. A faint light above his head penetrated the dust and sprinkled in like a thin strip of gauze. This light was enough for him to clearly observe the situation in his environment.

This is a rectangular, wooden, narrow space, commonly known as a coffin.

Moreover, it seemed to be a coffin suspended in the air. It would sway if a person moved a little, and one could vaguely see the silver chains binding the coffin from the outside.

"..." Looking at the hole as big as a backpack on the coffin lid, Wu Xie's expression was blank for a moment.

"What the hell is this? What are you doing to me?" Wu Xie turned over with difficulty. He didn't know what was under his back, which made the wound on his back hurt like ants biting him.

He reached down and felt a handful of damp, rotten bones. The round one was a skull, and on the skull there seemed to be a series of hard arc-shaped decorations, as well as many oval beads of varying sizes.

Wu Xie judged that this should be an ornament buried with the corpse. It felt like the animal-shaped ornaments commonly worn by Tibetans, as well as Dzi beads and agate.

As he was touching, his fingertips accidentally hooked on a strand of hair that emitted a foul odor, and the shadow of being dominated by the forbidden woman suddenly surged into his heart.

He hurriedly shook it off, half sat up, moved the bones under his buttocks to the side, put his hands together, and chanted "Amitabha" to give himself courage, "I don't mean to disturb you, please don't invade me if there's any evil, and don't blame me if there's any weirdness."

As he was reading, he suddenly remembered the fat man. What happened before he entered the coffin?

Wu Xie frowned and thought carefully. It seemed like... a cardboard man... blood on the tip of the tongue... and then... oh, he remembered everything.

At that time, he was being beaten by the cardboard guys, and the fat man was hanging on the cliff below. Then he was beaten away by the mad cardboard guys.

Could it be that this place is actually under the cliff, and it was the fat man who moved him into this coffin? Then where is the fat man?
Or was he knocked off the cliff by the cardboard man and fell directly into the coffin?

After taking a look at the hole above, he felt that this was the more likely possibility.

Wu Xie carefully bent his waist and pushed his upper body out of the hole in the coffin lid. He followed the chain wrapped around the coffin upwards and saw a very thick, pale, irregular crossbeam, like a main beam, inserted horizontally between the cave wall and the dome.

Looking further into the cave, there are more such horizontal beams. The wooden surface seems to be covered with some kind of luminous moss, which makes the beams appear with a soft snow-like fluorescence in the darkness.

Wu Xie was dazed for a moment; the scene before him seemed to coincide with the impressive scene in his memory.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing. For some reason, he always felt that these beams were alive. These coffins hanging under the beams inexplicably looked like the human cocoons hanging under the Hydra cypress tree in the Palace of Prince Lu.

After so many years, he still remembers vividly the shock that the weird and demonic giant tree brought to him.

Wu Xie licked his dry lips, feeling an indescribable sense of anxiety at this bizarre thought.

If his guess was correct, then what he would be facing now would be a behemoth that was dozens of times larger than the Hydra cypress back then.

Wu Xie let out a long sigh and sorted out his messy thoughts. Thinking of Mu Yu and Zhang Haike who were still missing, his eyes gradually became firm.

First, he had to find Fatty among these countless coffins, then look for an exit together, and then find a way to reunite with Mu Yu and the others.

Wu Xie climbed out of the coffin cautiously and tried to grab the thick vines that looked like chains in front of him. The vines were as thick as tea bowls, and there were dozens of them tightly wrapped around each coffin.

The grey vines look like hard iron, but when you hold them in your hand it feels like you are holding a piece of cold jade, which is cool and flexible to the touch.

Wu Xie turned his head and looked around, estimated the coffins nearby, and chose the one closest to him on the lower left, which was about three meters away.

Then he held onto the vines and carefully moved to a slightly firmer place where the coffin lid had not yet rotted away. Then he took a deep breath, imagined himself to be a flexible puppet, and swung back with all his strength on the coffin.

When the coffin was swinging back and forth like a swing, he seized the opportunity, stepped forward and leaped into the air in a hurdle-like posture.

With a dull "thump" sound, Wu Xie hit the target right on the target and successfully jumped onto the coffin lid.

The coffin lid under his feet made a crackling sound as if it was about to collapse at any time, but at this moment Wu Xie's attention was completely shifted to the back.

Just now, when he jumped up, he seemed to hear the clear sound of a copper bell. (End of this chapter)