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

The red snake flicked its tongue incessantly, trying to catch any remaining information in the air. Its slender body twisted and turned, and its flame-like scales reflected an ominous luster under the lamplight.

The entire group was extremely quiet; their footsteps, like their breathing, were suppressed to an almost inaudible level.

The fat man slumped his head, his legs dragging long tracks on the ground.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I was roughly woken up and regained consciousness, the group had stopped for a long time and there were fires burning around us.

A dagger was dangling in front of his eyes, its sharp tip threatening to strike his eyeball.

The fat man lay on his back, struggling to lift his eyelids, and found the bronze fox-masked man kneeling with one hand on his knee, looking down at him with a stern and sinister gaze. "Tell me, where exactly is Wu Xie?"

The fat man's eyes darted around slowly as he stared at the familiar, huge tree hole covered in withered white vines. His head buzzed, and his breathing became rapid.

He struggled to sit up and anxiously looked around, but Wu Xie was nowhere to be seen among the dark mass of fox-masked people.

"What...did you say?" The continuous pain throughout his body made the fat man's mind freeze. He seemed not to have heard clearly and asked.

The bronze fox-faced man grabbed his hair and pulled him back, gritting his teeth, "Don't play dumb with me, tell me, where is Wu Xie? Where did you hide him!"

They followed the red snake into the tree hole, searching inch by inch, even opening and searching the coffin, and trampling down the ashes of the burned-out bonfire. However, Wu Xie was not there at all; there wasn't a single hair of anyone with the surname Wu in the place.

The woman with the golden fox mask looked at the red snake coiled behind the stone coffin, no longer moving, and was also puzzled, but still said with certainty: "The red snake is pointing to this place. Wu Xie must have stayed here for a long time."

The Wang family naturally believed in Red Snake's judgment, but Red Snake couldn't find the direction Wu Xie had left in. A living person had simply vanished into thin air.

What the hell.

The only person who knows the truth right now is this fat man.

The fat man was grabbed by the hair and interrogated, and he shuddered in pain. In his mind, he cursed the Wang family's ancestors for eighteen generations, but on the surface, he wore a mocking smile. "A bunch of useless idiots. The answer is right on your face and you can't even see it. Are all the Wang family members as stupid as you?"

The fat man put on a confident look, pretending that Wu Xie was here, but that he had hidden him.

Although Fatty didn't know where Wu Xie had gone, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even being captured by Benboerba would be better than falling into the hands of the Wang family.

The fat man's bluff was quickly exposed after he was stabbed several times in the thigh.

The bronze fox-masked man laughed contemptuously and said with emotion, "It is Wu Xie's good fortune to have a partner like you, but it is your disaster to have a friend like Wu Xie. He will bring misfortune to everyone around him, and even the Zhang family will not be able to escape death."

"Stop your damn nonsense!" The fat man spat out blood and sneered, "I'm having a run of bad luck today, falling into your hands. Use whatever tricks you have on me. If I even flinch today, I'll share your surname with your ancestors." "Very good, you have guts." The bronze fox-faced man nodded approvingly, stood up, and spoke with the leisurely tone of a judge executing an execution, "Now, misfortune will befall you."

After saying that, he waved his hand to make way for the fat man. Another member of the Wang family, wearing a silver fox mask, stepped forward, squatted down, examined him for a few seconds, gestured something on the fat man's face, and then took out a syringe and injected it into the fat man's neck.

The fat man's eyes were wide open, his thoughts sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Realizing that his death was imminent, his mind automatically began to review the bits and pieces of his previous life, his joys and sorrows. He didn't feel fear, but rather some regret and guilt.

There were still many things left undone, and I didn't get to see Yun Cai one last time.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier. The fat man closed his eyes and muttered his last words in his heart: "What is meant to be will be. Since things have come to this, I'll go first and go to the underworld to see how things go for them. I don't know if I can come back to life by the seventh day after my death. If I can go back for a visit, I'll ask them to come to my grave next year on Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival, put down a stack of peanuts and two bottles of Erguotou, and have a chat."

He felt the cold blade against his neck, the sound of the blade piercing flesh amplified countless times, a "sizzling" sound, as if ants were gnawing at his cheek.

Silver Fox Mask, wielding the knife, moved slowly and steadily, using a thin willow knife about half a palm's length to carefully and meticulously slice open the subcutaneous tissue of the fat man's face, gently peeling off a piece of skin the size of a fingertip, as thin as a millimeter.

Silver Fox Mask's technique was very skillful; clearly, he had peeled similar skins countless times.

To prevent the living creature from breaking its skin due to excessive movement and affecting its integrity, a special potion was applied to the thin blade. The fat man didn't even feel any pain as the skin on his side chin was gently lifted into the air by the silver fox with tweezers.

The fat man only felt a chill, but death did not come.

A sudden sense of foreboding rose in the fat man's heart. He abruptly opened his eyes and met Silver Fox's gaze. Silver Fox was startled and immediately put away his knife, intending to knock him unconscious.

The fat man had already lowered his head and was the first to run into the tip of the knife. "Sizzle," a bloody mark ran from his lower left chin across the corner of his mouth and the bridge of his nose, all the way to his right eyebrow bone, like a deep ravine, heavily etched on the fat man's entire face.

Silver Fox flew into a rage, grabbing the fat man by the neck. "Damn it! You ruined my face!"

The fat man's face was deathly pale, his right eye was bloodshot, and the piece of skin that had been cut off his chin was drooping. The wound was as hideous and terrifying as a centipede, with the flesh rolled up to both sides, so deep that the bone was visible.

The injection took effect, and he could no longer support his body. He curled up on the ground, using his last strength to rub the wound on his face, hissing as he breathed, as if mocking their incompetence.

The other silver fox-faced men rushed forward and pinned the fat man down. The fat man's sudden outburst caught them off guard, and for a moment everyone fell silent.

"Useless!" Silver Fox Mask stood there dumbfounded when he was kicked over from behind.

Bronze Fox looked at the fat man's face, which was now completely ruined, and shot Silver Fox in the leg with a "bang," cursing, "Useless thing! You can't even keep an eye on a half-crippled cripple!"

Silver Fox clutched his leg in pain, but when he met Bronze Fox's chilling gaze, he gritted his teeth, swallowed the half-scream in his throat, and hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground to accept his punishment.

The bronze fox-faced man stared coldly at him and said, "Since your human skin is ruined, then use your own to patch it up. I'll give you three hours. I want to see a face exactly like Wang Yueban's." (End of Chapter)