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

After repeating this several times, the activity of his pupils finally decreased a bit, but his eyeballs felt sore and swollen as if he had stayed up for several nights in a row. Zhang Wuxun closed his eyelids to rest.

The fat man lay on the ground, unable to move, and had long forgotten about his inexplicable discomfort.

Seeing that Zhang Wuxun looked a little tired, knowing that he was worried about her, she said, "If it's uncomfortable, just leave it like that, don't bother your eyes anymore."

Zhang Wuxun sighed and then stopped worrying about it, quietly telling the fat man what had happened during the time they were separated.

Zhang Haike came in from outside and gave Zhang Wuxun a small whistle.

Zhang Wuxun patted the fat man on the shoulder and whispered, "Go to sleep," then got up and walked outside the tree cave.

"What did you find?" he asked.

Zhang Haike dragged over a rather large corpse with one hand; the corpse's chest was even slightly rising and falling.

"There are still survivors?" Zhang Wuxun asked, somewhat surprised.

Zhang Haike shook his head and lightly kicked the corpse's bloated belly with his toe. "I made an incision and checked it out. It was full of snake eggs, and the limbs were also infested with parasitic snakes. The snakes that had crawled out of the eyes had been killed by me."

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Wuxun's eyes as he stared at the corpse, skillfully releasing scent molecules that were completely different from when he controlled the red snake earlier.

Within half a minute, all the snake species residing inside the Golden Fox Face trembled in unison, and then died one after another as if ravaged by natural enemies, not even the smallest snake eggs were spared.

Sensing an ominous aura, the red snake inside the briefcase became restless, raising its upper body as if ready to attack at any moment.

Compared to the complex technique used by the Wang family to control snakes by rubbing bones together, Zhang Wuxun can now communicate with snakes without any barriers.

If Zhang Wuxun were to go to the Snake Swamp again, he would only need to stand with his hands on his hips at the entrance of the rocky canyon outside the oasis and release a scare signal that says, "I am here, all of you get out of the way." The pheasants in the rainforest would then turn their necks up like small fish trapped in puddles at low tide and obediently keep their distance.

Zhang Wuxun was still enjoying himself for a while when he watched the greedy white vine slowly crawl over, wrap the swollen corpse up, and drag it away into the narrow cave.

Zhang Haike nudged him with his elbow, showed him his dirty hands, and gestured for him to pour some water for him to wash his hands.

The two returned to the campfire, and Zhang Wuxun unscrewed the water bag and poured water little by little into the palm of the man's hand, saying confidently, "That guy didn't say anything, did he?"

Zhang Haike squatted down opposite him, carefully scrubbing the bloodstains between his fingers. He picked at the crevices under his nails, where dirt and grime were most likely to accumulate, and nodded. "I didn't really expect to get anything out of the Wang family member with the bronze face. I just wanted to cut off a few pieces of his flesh to satisfy my craving."

"Then rip him out, he's useless anyway." Zhang Wuxun said casually, sentencing the Wang family leader to death immediately.

He tossed two soap flowers into Zhang Haike's palm, poured some water on them, and set the water pouch aside.

In the hazy consciousness of the Wang family leader, blurred by pain and blood loss, someone removed the mask from his face and examined him for a few seconds.

A flash of white light, and his perfectly healthy head fell to the ground with a cry. Darkness descended, and he completely lost the chance to experience the world.

The Wang family can use the red snake to track the fat man's whereabouts, and Zhang Wuxun can also use it to find the others who were sent away by the Wang family leader.

Then it seemed like a loop, with Zhang Wuxun and the other man constantly moving through the tunnel, searching, chasing, fighting, and then killing each other with a single blow.

The tactical gloves were soaked in blood and their owner threw them into the fire.

The fire was extinguished slightly, but the pungent smell of blood made it difficult for the fat man to sleep soundly.

"Swoosh," a military boot stepped on his side.

The fat man shuddered violently and woke up from his dream.

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Everyone says that the dead are incredibly heavy. Since the dead have no consciousness and cannot adjust their posture like the living, their center of gravity is downward, and they have no point of leverage, making them extremely difficult to move. With great effort, Wu Xie finally managed to drag the robust corpse off the pile of bodies.

His hands trembled violently, and his eyes were so choked by the miasma from the fermenting carcasses that he could hardly open them.

He moved the body to the edge of the pile of corpses, shook the slightly malfunctioning mini flashlight, and once the light was a little brighter, he quickly moved closer to the corpse's face.

In just a short while, a large number of carrion beetles had burrowed into the slashed face and eye sockets of the corpse, like black beans embedded in the blood ravines, making the swollen and tattered face look even more ferocious and terrifying.

The insects were not afraid of people at all, and even tried to crawl onto Wu Xie's exposed skin.

However, there were still cuts on his hands from before. Wu Xie squeezed them slightly, and a few drops of blood rolled out, causing the insects to scatter like birds and beasts.

Wu Xie held his breath, broke off a flat piece of firewood from the coffin, and slowly scraped it along the neck of the head, which was barely connected to the ear, towards the inside.

Finally, staring at the thin, cicada-wing-like skin that had peeled up, Wu Xie let out a long sigh of relief.

Great! This person isn't fat!
Wu Xie was filled with relief and lingering fear, but then he became uneasy again.

Since someone impersonating a fat man has appeared here, then some unknown force must have intruded into this perilous underground labyrinth.

Moreover, it's very likely that the people from this group have already had close contact with the fat man, so he's definitely in danger!

But right now, Wu Xie silently looked at the mountain of corpses not far away and thought to himself that the situation did not seem as serious as he had imagined.

Judging from the two types of knife marks on these corpses, which were either mixed or orderly, there were at least two people who did the killings.

Could it be Muyu and Zhang Haike?
If it were a wooden fish, then the brutal knife marks on the fat-looking corpse might be explained.

Once the two sides made contact, Wu Xie had already pieced together most of the details of what had happened.

So the question is, how is he supposed to get up there and meet up with Muyu and the other two?

These enemy corpses were all thrown down from above. After so much time, it's uncertain whether Muyu and the others are still up there.

Looking at the towering, seemingly endless dome of the cave in the darkness, Wu Xie sighed heavily in despair.

Returning directly by the same route was definitely not feasible, so Wu Xie decided to find another way out.

Pressing my empty stomach and relaxing my mind delayed the burning sensation from prolonged hunger.

Wu Xie swallowed hard, trying to ignore his hunger. Clutching the small flashlight, which was trembling and about to run out of power, its light dimming again, he resolutely walked towards the arc-shaped valley behind the mountain of corpses.

After struggling to climb over a series of closely packed stone slopes, Wu Xie discovered that the narrow path led uphill all the way ahead, with white, dry vines climbing all over the bottom of the slope and the stone walls on both sides.

As his gaze inadvertently swept over it, Wu Xie froze. What had just flashed by in the lamplight seemed to be... a bronze bell!
A bronze bell that rings!
Rows and strings of them are hidden under the withered vines, almost blending into the misty gray stone wall.

He recalled that when he first woke up in the hanging coffin, he heard a series of copper bell sounds. At first, he thought they were the copper bells that were buried with him in the coffin, but they weren't.

Could it be that the sound actually came from the bells here?

However, it seems that these bells do not have the same deadly effect as the hexagonal copper bell array that we passed through in Zhang Family Ancient Building.

As he pondered, Wu Xie continued climbing, gripping the vines, occasionally tugging at the bells on the stone wall with the withered vines he caught.

The ethereal and melodious ringing of the bells echoed through the air, making one's soul feel as if it were constantly guiding Wu Xie. (End of Chapter)