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

The moment Zhang Wuxun pushed open the coffin lid and saw the person lying inside, he felt that the white robe with dark gold patterns looked extremely familiar.

Before he could think it through, his vision suddenly blurred, and he felt as if he were sinking down, his senses shrouded in fog, hazy and indistinct.

He felt a rustling sound, as if many people were talking to him, but the voices seemed to come through a layer of water, rippling and becoming distorted.

He couldn't help but want to get closer to listen more carefully, but the sound seemed to be playing tricks on him, moving further away the closer he got.

Feeling light as if floating on clouds, Zhang Wuxun couldn't help but recall the time when Zhang Haixing used the Phoenix Bell to lure him into an illusion at the Lama Temple.

With that thought, he relaxed his body and let his consciousness drift in this space.

Since this place is his own illusion, as long as he remains indifferent, the thing that drew his consciousness here will eventually come to him on its own.

Sure enough, the sound gradually drew closer and became clearer.

"Wooden fish... wooden fish..."

Someone is calling him.

Zhang Wuxun focused his attention on finding a direction.

"Wooden fish... door rain... door rain..."

"...Door rain..."

Who is being called? Who is he? Is it Zhang Muyu... or Zhang... Menyu?
It's Zhang Menyu!

Zhang Wuxun was greatly shaken, his blood surged, and crimson lines climbed from his chest to his cheeks.

The thick fog around him dissipated rapidly, and his figure shrank inch by inch. He was aware of the changes happening to him and could see where he was.

It was a staircase that stretched along the mountain ridge, seemingly endless. Many white figures carrying lanterns were hurrying up the stairs.

These people were dressed in the same clothes as the person in the coffin, so their faces were not visible.

Zhang Wuxun stood still, knowing that someone would come against the tide, take his hand, and lead him step by step up the stairs to the highest platform, where he would receive the scepter symbolizing responsibility and faith.

"From the moment you were born, you did not belong to yourself."

Zhang Wuxun turned around and saw someone appear behind him at some point.

This person was like a white pine tree standing motionless on its branches amidst a raging snowstorm, with endless frost gathered into those golden eyes.

He was wearing a mask, but Zhang Wuxun still recognized those eyes.

"And what about you?" Zhang Wu asked.

His pale lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. "I am you."

"He split us in two, and we each possess half of the other's soul."

"I failed, and that's how you came to be in this time and space."

"What's the significance?" Zhang Wu asked.

Even if his initial intention was not to lose, things didn't go as planned. The more he tried to control the outcome, the more likely he was to be devoured by fate.

The man blinked. “It’s meaningless. Every life given a soul by fate will bear some burden, whether it’s more or less, light or heavy. The weight of fate is different, and so are the responsibilities they bear.”

A faint mockery flickered in Zhang Wuxun's eyes. "Unreasonable."

What else has he lost?

"The life of a relatively important person has been lost, but not completely; her consciousness still exists, in another form."

Is this my final destination?

"Yes, it is her destiny, and also her mission."

Zhang Wuxun let out a long breath and opened his arms. "Come on."

The man then stepped forward, transformed into a shooting star, and embraced him.

……

A soft, ringing sound rang out, and all the mist receded like the tide.

Zhang Wuxun's consciousness suddenly plummeted, and he opened his eyes.

The moment it came into contact with sunlight, its golden pupils narrowed rapidly, giving it an inorganic, indifferent look.

Sensing the presence of a living person beside him, Zhang Wuxun turned his head slightly, his unfamiliar yet sharp gaze sweeping over them with a chilling scrutiny and observation.

As if an invisible barrier had been erected, all the chaotic molecules floating in the air fell silent.

Meeting those eyes, Wu Xie felt a sudden chill, as if he were being watched by a venomous snake. His heart tightened, he swallowed hard, and cautiously asked, "Wooden fish?"

Sensing that the environment was stable, Zhang Wuxun sat up, blinked, and a thin blue membrane slid across his eyes. His golden vertical pupils slowly expanded into round pupils, and the color of his pupils gradually returned to black.

That familiar wooden fish seems to have returned.

Without making a sound, Wu Xie quickly and carefully examined Zhang Wuxun from head to toe... oh, his feet were covered by the blanket and he couldn't see them. In any case, he carefully compared and observed him before he felt a little relieved.

Sensing the suspicion and tension in the person opposite him, Zhang Wuxun paused for a moment before speaking, "It's me."

"Really?" Wu Xie stared at him with a suspicious look in his eyes.

Zhang Wuxun pursed his lips and nodded.

She wanted to explain that she had just woken up from a flood of memories, and her body's defensiveness was instinctive. In addition, her vision would also become snake-like when her eyes changed, which was why she didn't recognize him.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xie jumped over in a flash and flicked his forehead, scolding, "It's true, and you deliberately scared me. You're having fun being cheeky, aren't you!"

Zhang Wuxun's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly lowered his head to conceal the uncontrollable ferocity that welled up within him. Wu Xie, who had successfully launched a sneak attack, retreated to the tent entrance in a second, peeking out cautiously as if afraid that Zhang Wuxun would seek revenge later.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuxun simply lowered his head, remaining silent and motionless.

A few seconds later, the bloodlust that had surged from his sudden attack subsided, and his narrowed pupils opened and returned to normal. Only then did he casually raise his eyes and change the subject, "Where are Fatty and the others?"

"Fatty is working on a map with Zhang Haike. I'll go call them and get you some food while I'm at it. If you're not feeling well, take another nap." Wu Xie said, waving his hand and lifting the felt curtain to leave the tent.

Silence returned to the tent.

Having confirmed that the person had gone far away, Zhang Wuxun pressed his eyelids against his eyes and asked in his mind.

Is there any way to absolutely suppress instincts?

Zhang Wuxun didn't want even the most basic physical contact with Wu Xie and Fatty to trigger an animalistic stress response.

He didn't want to be like a firecracker in the future, constantly on guard against sparks that would explode at the slightest touch.

Even though it has evolved twice, its essence is still human.

The system reassured him, "This change is inevitable in evolution; instincts need a process of adaptation."

Zhang Wuxun sighed. "Approximately how long will it take?"

The opportunity will come very soon.

Zhang Wuxun's eyes flickered. [The picture Wu Xie mentioned?]

Yes, there is a little energy there that can help your instincts adapt more quickly.

[I understand.] Zhang Wuxun replied.

After walking a short distance from the tent, Wu Xie's smile vanished instantly, replaced by unconcealed worry in his eyes.

He could certainly see the changes in Muyu; he was not only more wary, but he was clearly hiding something.

Wu Xie couldn't help but feel anxious, as he knew very well how good Zhang Wuxun was at keeping things to himself.

Once he tries to hide something, whether it's his thoughts, information, or what he and the fat man are doing behind his back, they will only find out when things are truly over, or when something happens to him and he can no longer hide it, forcing them to discover it.

Wu Xie used to complain that his third uncle hid a lot of things, but after the Zhang Family Ancient Building incident, he realized that Mu Yu was actually better at hiding things and hid them much deeper.

Each of these people has countless secrets, but he alone is the one who is tempted to constantly explore and pursue these secrets.

Thinking of this, Wu Xie felt a surge of indescribable bitterness, and his shoulders slumped.

"Wu Xie".

A familiar voice came from behind me.

Wu Xie's shoulders twitched, he squinted hard, and feeling that nothing was wrong, he turned around with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you hungry? Wait a minute, I'll go find Xiao Zhabu to get some glutinous rice cakes for you to have a bite to eat first, dinner will have to wait a while."

Zhang Wuxun didn't speak. He walked over and, under Wu Xie's questioning gaze, slowly said, "You're unhappy."

These words seemed a bit abrupt, and Wu Xie was taken aback. An awkward expression quickly crossed his face. "Nonsense! You've been lying in bed for three days straight, and now that you're finally awake, I'm so happy I could jump up and set off firecrackers..."

“I can feel it.” Zhang Wuxun raised his hand and tapped his temple.

Because they deliberately left a trace of their senses on Wu Xie, those emotional molecules clearly transmitted the information to him.

Wu Xie had just rambled on and on, which was not only useless but also exposed, making him feel a little embarrassed. So he put on a stern face and said, "Are you bored? You were unconscious for so long, and now that you've just woken up, you're wandering around everywhere. Aren't you afraid of leaving any aftereffects? Go back to your tent and lie down."

"I'm sorry," Zhang Wuxun said.

Wu Xie's words were stuck in his throat, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"What did you say?"

Wu Xie looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, gesturing with his hand behind him as if he were about to draw his sword. "Have you been possessed?!"

Zhang Wuxun looked at him helplessly, then at the fat man behind him whose face was full of schadenfreude, and said solemnly, "Even if there were reasons for what happened back then, I still owe you and the fat man an apology."

"Ew~~" The fat man grinned and frowned, looking like he was disgusted by the mushy gesture. "My God, please stop with your supernatural powers. That was eight hundred years ago. It's all in the past. It's just a matter of a drink for us guys."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Wu Xie, pretending to lower his voice but still speaking very loudly: "Look at how pitiful you looked just now, two grown men standing so close together, if you knew it, you'd think you were acting out a romance novel and reciting lines, but if you didn't, you'd think Mu Yu had suddenly changed his ways and was going to force himself on someone. It really gave Fatty a big fright."

"Shut the hell up, you fatso!"

Wu Xie was quite surprised at first, but after being teased by Fatty, he felt both angry and ashamed.

Turning his head, he saw Zhang Wuxun staring at him strangely. When he saw Zhang Wuxun looking over, Zhang Wuxun deliberately hid behind Zhang Haike, who had come with the fat man. In a flat, mechanical voice, Zhang Haike recited Du Fei's classic line, "That's not necessarily true. Your heart is dead, but your mouth isn't. You'll still talk nonsense about others. It's terrifying."

Zhang Haike maintained his aloof and indifferent expression, tossing out a sentence, "The Zhang family does not allow intermarriage with outsiders, not even after gender reassignment surgery," before turning and leaving.

Wu Xie was so angry that his three corpses were throbbing and smoke was billowing from his seven orifices. He almost couldn't breathe. He wished he could shake his head and ask Xiao Li Guang Hua Rong to possess him so he could stab these three despicable, smoking bastards to death one by one.

Seeing that he had angered the man, the fat man slipped away, laughing strangely as he ran off into the distance.

"You fatso, stop right there! Don't run away!" Wu Xie roared as if he had gone mad, charging forward to fight the fat man to the death.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

The noise startled the Khampa people. A Tibetan guard who had been on rotation came over with his hunting dog. Hearing the commotion, he saw that it was just guests playing around and watched the fun with his dog for a while.

Wu Xie chased after Fatty for a while and came back. When he saw that so many people had gathered, adults and children alike were staring at him curiously and whispering among themselves. He immediately stopped and pointed at Fatty angrily.

Turning his head, Wu Xie saw Zhang Wuxun sitting on a small wooden stool in front of the crowd, rubbing the dog's head. He wondered who had been so diligent as to bring him the stool. Wu Xie pointed at him and mouthed, "You two! Just you wait!"

Zhang Wu gazed at the mountains in the distance, bathed in the vibrant colors of the sunset, and simply smiled. (End of Chapter)