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

It was just a sound, but it seemed like a call from the depths of the dark swamp, passing through the maze and reaching the soul directly.

When Wu Xie looked back, the ringing sound was like bubbles floating on the water, which shattered and dissipated in an instant, leaving no trace.

Wu Xie was slightly excited. Where did the sound of the copper bell come from? Could it be Mu Yu and the others?
While he was thinking, the wooden board under his feet suddenly sank, and then collapsed completely. This time there was no cushion at all, and Wu Xie fell out of the leaking bottom of the coffin along with the unknown corpse in the coffin.

The feeling of weightlessness came over him instantly, and in a hurry, Wu Xie only had time to grab the vines at the bottom edge of the coffin, and almost got himself hung.

The skeleton, rotten felt, and various copper beads and rings in the coffin crashed down on him, then slid down like hail, affecting the numerous coffins below.

Wu Xie was hit so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. For a moment, his nose and face were filled with all kinds of strange and rotten smells that were difficult to describe in words, which made him feel so unlucky.

In a hurry, he quickly bent his head and protected his head with his elbows, and closed his mouth tightly, fearing that something dirty would fall into his mouth like before.

After a while, everything in the coffin finally fell out, and sporadic sounds of debris colliding could be heard from below. No one knew how deep it was below, nor where those things had fallen to.

Gradually, the sound could no longer be heard and silence returned to the surroundings.

Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief. When he raised his head, he felt like there was something hanging next to his ear. He tilted his head to look and found that it was actually a very small bronze bell.

He was startled, fearing that it would roll down as well, so he shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to grab the copper bell. He held it tightly with one hand and quickly released the vine with the other hand to grab the bell.

He took a closer look and saw that, yes, he was not mistaken. This was an octagonal bronze bell, which looked very similar to the two bells that Mu Yu had tied on his wrist before.

He wondered in his heart, could it be that what he heard earlier was actually the sound of the burial bell in the coffin?

But he soon discovered that it was a completely sealed dead bell that could not make any sound. The surface was covered with rust, and the thin copper wall was almost rusted through. When it was shaken, he could hear a rustling sound inside, as if there were insects crawling.

Wu Xie was worried that there really were bugs inside, so he didn't dare to crush it rashly.

The time that one hand can support the body is limited. After just a short while, he felt extremely sore in his shoulders and upper arm muscles.

Since the bell was useless, Wu Xie simply returned it to its original place and threw it back into the coffin which was collapsed but still had some edges left.

The small copper bell knocked gently against the wall of the coffin, and what echoed in the ears was a loud "boom" as if a muffled thunder had exploded underfoot.

Wu Xie was startled and quickly grabbed the vines with both hands to steady himself. He looked down vigilantly, but found nothing.

In the darkness beneath his feet that seemed to swallow everything, he always felt that something was approaching him.

"Boom!"
There was another sound, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling through the air. Within Wu Xie's sight, a coffin shook heavily.

Something long fell from the top, smashed through the coffin, and landed on the pale white crossbar below, then drooped and stopped moving.

Wu Xie squinted his eyes and tried to see, and found that it seemed to be a human figure, a corpse. "...Shit!" Wu Xie's eyes widened in disbelief.

Oh my god, oh my god, it's so embarrassing!!!
"Plop, plop...", corpses fell from the sky one after another like dumplings. The sound of heavy objects hitting the horizontal wooden coffin board kept coming.

Seeing the falling corpse getting closer and closer and about to hit him, Wu Xie hurriedly climbed onto the nearest horizontal beam, hugged the tree and curled up, his heart trembling, afraid that some blind person would hit him.

What you fear will come to you. A bloodstained corpse fell "clang" on the crossbar that Wu Xie was riding. The white dust on the crossbar was shaken up like spores. The corpse was broken in half and turned into an "N" shape. Its arms and legs swayed back and forth limply like a seesaw made of plasticine, and finally slid down from the legs.

“?!” Wu Xie silently shrank his head and moved back.

Swish, another corpse flew past, so close that it even passed Wu Xie face to face. The air flow it caused ruffled Wu Xie's messy hair like a breeze.

The moment the two faces met, Wu Xie was stunned. It was three seconds later that his brain slowly gave out a message - the bloody face belonged to Fatty!
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Zhang Wuxun kicked the dying man in front of him away, swung the knife casually, turned the knife around, and held it on his arm to wipe off the blood.

The white vines that had been waiting on the wall of the cave for a long time suddenly moved, dragging away the corpses on the ground as swiftly as scavengers, and quickly escaping into the dark snake path.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the two people fighting on the other side, his eyes flashing with a fierce light like a beast, "Whose number is this?"

Zhang Haike kept moving, multitasking, and said casually, "Including this one in my hand, it's the thirty-third one."

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust the sharp blade in his hand into the chest of the person opposite him. He twisted it clockwise, and sticky blood gushed out immediately, staining his hands.

The body fell to the ground. Zhang Wuxun made a disgusted "tsk" sound, raised his knife and pushed away the white vine that the dog was trying to wrap around Zhang Haike after smelling the smell, and said, "Don't drag this one, drag the ugly one over there."

The white vine wrapped around the blade, sucking away the last bit of blood, and then shook the tip of the vine like a puppy, making a hissing sound.

Zhang Wuxun held the knife and approached the body at Zhang Haike's feet. He pointed the tip of the knife at the wound where blood was gushing out. "Here, take it."

Several white vines came up together, wrapped the corpse tightly, lifted it up like a sacrifice, and slowly sank into the darkness along the top of the snake path.

"Are there any outsiders who are still alive?" Zhang Wuxun lowered his head and asked the thickest and most beautiful white vine left at his feet.

The white vine was originally secretly crawling around Zhang Wuxun's ankle and up his leg, but it stood up straight at the sound, and paused with its tip tilted in a very human way, as if communicating with other vines, and then swayed its tip.

"That's all. These are the only Wang family members who snuck in from under the Ice Burial Cliff." Zhang Wuxun said to Zhang Haike.

Although he had witnessed this scene many times, Zhang Haike still found it incredible. He sneered and said, "I'm quite curious about how the brain waves of your two species communicate with each other, and why it can understand you."

Zhang Wuxun stroked the tip of the vine with his fingertips and said, "The ancestral tree was originally the companion tree of the snake. After evolution, I have the same consciousness as it." (End of this chapter)