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

After a stick of incense had burned, the narrow path ahead widened as it went up, and some rough, primitively carved steps gradually began to appear.

Furthermore, you can see many gray moss-like plants growing in the cracks of the stone slabs, but they all look withered. I wonder if watering them will bring them back to life.

Anything that can grow in a place filled with the stench of decaying corpses must be extraordinary. I wonder which is superior, the black hair that grows in a human head or the other.

Maybe we can even draw.

Wu Xie clipped the miniature flashlight to his collar, and while indulging in some mischievous and absurd thoughts, he continued to climb up the white vines for support.

"Shushushushu", "Shushushushushu".

After crawling around with his head covered for a while, Wu Xie felt that the air around him was slightly easier to breathe. He was about to sit down and rest when he heard a rustling sound coming from somewhere. The sound was faint but hard to ignore.

Wu Xie paused in his leg-pounding motion, immediately turned off the small flashlight, and froze in place as if he were a clay sculpture, his breathing becoming almost imperceptible, and his heart rate decreasing accordingly.

Even if that voice were reduced to ashes, his brain would still reflexively project a screen full of huge red "Danger!!"

Because in this snowy mountain range with countless tombs, only the restless paper figures would make such a sound and noise!

Rustling sounds, clicking sounds... approaching from afar... almost within reach.

Wu Xie was internally screaming, but on the surface he remained calm. He minimized his presence and focused intently on the movements around him.

He didn't know if doing this would work, so he prayed to all the goddesses of the Nine Heavens, including Nuwa and Bodhisattva, and even took the time to chant the name of the wooden fish, which was currently nowhere to be found.

It's unclear whether it was the deity they prayed to that had an effect, or whether the paper figures had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses filled with miasma and the deathly aura still lingered on them. They only paused for a few seconds in the vicinity before crowding together and heading off into the distance.

After the last few shadows cast on the ground fluttered away, nearly a minute later, Wu Xie dared to turn on the light and look up.

However, as soon as he looked up, the breath he had been holding in for so long was abruptly cut off halfway out.

A tiny paper figure, entirely red and no bigger than the palm of your hand, thin as a sheet, exudes a strong sense of eeriness.

It stood there quietly, its head tilted back, staring at Wu Xie.

Unlike those paper-mâché figures, which are grayish-white and made of paper, it at least has flat, defined facial features.

It has no facial features, just a face that's flattened like a dumpling skin, yet it still gives you the feeling of being watched closely by a sinister gaze.

Wu Xie felt a sudden chill run down his spine, and his cervical spine snapped with a dull crack. He felt as if he were about to die.

It remained motionless, and Wu Xie held his breath, not daring to move an inch.

"Kaka".

A sudden sound broke the silence.

Wu Xie's heart skipped a beat, his ears perked up instantly, and his eyes stared intently at the little red paper figure in front of him.

He swore that the commotion just now really came from the little thing in front of him.

What is it going to do? Is it going to unleash a powerful attack? It looks like a boss, but can my fist, which is stained with half a bit of Qilin blood, really break through its cardboard shell?

And why is it so red? Oh my god, this thing can't be... can't be stained with blood, can it? The little red paper figure, of course, was unaware of what the human in front of it was thinking. It suddenly moved, like a sharp arrow, and rushed over at high speed.

Wu Xie felt a blur before his eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to slap it out, but suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. The next second, the little red paper figure had retreated three steps away, with a paper hand stuffed into its face, which had no visible features, as if it was tasting something.

Wu Xie looked down and saw a shallow cut on the back of his hand, as if it had been cut with a knife. Before two drops of blood could seep out, platelets rushed in to stop it.

Damn it, this thing not only isn't afraid of his half-baked Qilin blood, but it seems to really like it.

Wu Xie felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and thought to himself, "My life is over."
This thing is so bloodthirsty, I'm afraid things won't end well today.

Wu Xie deftly adopted a more agile and responsive attack stance that Hei Xiazi had taught him.

To his surprise, the little red paper figure completely ignored him and just hopped around on the ground, scratching at something.

Wu Xie was taken aback, and craned his neck to look, only to find that it was actually three crooked Chinese characters.

"and"!
"I"!
"Come"!
In an instant, Wu Xie felt as if his scalp had been electrocuted.

It's absurd that a wild pheasant with a neck that can mimic human speech suddenly makes a surprise comeback.

Before he could react, the little red paper figure had already turned around and ran and jumped away into the distance.

"..." Wu Xie wiped his face, and watching the little paper figure gradually disappear into the distance, he gritted his teeth and simply lifted his leg to follow it.

Having experienced so many bizarre and absurd things, he quickly became calm and used to it after his initial shock.

Wu Xie patted his chest to comfort himself, "Keep it calm, keep it calm, hehe."

He thought to himself, "This is nothing."

The main reason is that the little red paper figure seems quite intelligent, leading Wu Xie to suspect that it might be controlled by a real person.

He remembered his grandfather telling him when he was a child that when he was young, he had seen a strange man in Changsha who was proficient in the art of cursing.

That person had a deep connection with the Nine Gates. He was skilled in Gu magic, which could bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. He could kill people invisibly and prolong the life of the dying, which was truly miraculous.

Grandpa even took out half of a small white paper figure tucked in his purse from the box containing old antiques and showed it to him. The thin paper was very finely cut, with intricate incantations drawn on it, and a mole was dotted on its forehead with blood. It was just a pity that half of it was burned off.

Grandpa looked both nostalgic and sentimental as he said that it was a paper talisman, and that the person's descendant had come to see him at his 100-day celebration and left behind that paper talisman.

Wu Xie remembered that he had asked why half of the paper figure was burned, which was a real pity. His grandfather smiled and said that the paper figure was meant to be used, but he didn't say what the paper figure was actually used for.

When he was young, he pestered his grandfather for a long time, but he never got any further information. His grandfather always had a mysterious expression and used the excuse that it was unspeakable to make excuses. Later, when he got annoyed by the pestering, he asked someone to buy some shadow puppets to distract him.

He played many games as a child, and after the shadow puppet was taken apart, he quickly forgot about the paper figure.

I thought these memories had long been buried in the river of time, but I never expected that they were just lurking in a box, locked tightly, waiting for a key to appear.

Now, stimulated by that little red paper figure, the box of memories has automatically unlocked. (End of Chapter)