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

"Gold is a curse?" Everyone looked at Dan with some surprise upon hearing this.

"What do you mean?" Wu Xie asked. "Didn't the survivors among the group of foreigners who went into the mountains with Dong Can all make a fortune with their gold?"

Dan shook his head. "It's different. They took the gold that had been uncursed, so nothing will happen to them."

The fat man rubbed a peanut in his mouth and said, "It's getting more and more mystical. Curses aren't that easy to remove."

“It takes time; ordinary people don’t have enough time to wait that long,” Dan said.

"It's not like the ginseng fruit, which takes three thousand years to flower and three thousand years to bear fruit. Oh, your golden fruit is just an ordinary thing, it only takes a few decades to flower and a few decades to bear fruit."

After the fat man finished speaking, he saw Dan staring at him with a somewhat strange look, which made him feel uneasy. "Could it be that I was right? Hey, Fatty's mouth is like it's blessed. I admire myself."

Dan didn't answer him, but continued on his previous topic, "After the second team withdrew, they joined up with the people in the camp, but instead of giving up, they were unusually excited and kept sending groups into the valley to test the safe distance where strange things might happen."

They discovered that fog would appear in the valley from 1 a.m. to 6 a.m., which would deprive people of their vision. They guessed that the missing people might have gotten lost because they could not see and wandered deeper into the valley. Finally, they built a new camp 15 kilometers from the border as a temporary base.

"As for what happened next, it is not recorded in the journal. The survivors evacuated in such a hurry that they left nothing behind."

Wu Xie rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought, and picked up a pen to extract key points from a blank page.

"The iron cigarette box that decays faster, the people who can suddenly disappear within a 15-kilometer radius, the fog that obscures vision, the cursed gold and lead boxes, and Zhang Qishan's team."

“Let’s analyze each of these situations one by one to see what caused them.”

"First of all, the iron cigarette box rusts faster. The mist itself contains water and may also contain acidic substances, so the mist itself is corrosive. Moreover, this mist can obstruct vision, just like the miasma we experienced in the snake swamp."

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Wuxun and asked with his eyes.

Zhang Wuxun said, "The high altitude here is not enough to form miasma. I feel it should be some kind of toxic gas that will be released at a specific time. We need to prepare more protective suits and masks."

Zhang Haike nodded and said, "I will contact someone to bring the supplies over in the next few days. Is there anything else we need?"

Wu Xie then put a checkmark next to the first and third items, and a question mark next to the second item.

"Cursed Gold".

The group all looked at Dan simultaneously, and Zhang Haike spoke first, "By the way, it seems you've never told us why you're also going to Golden Valley."

Dan bluntly stated, "Every successor of the Khampa clan must go in and take a look; it's a tradition, but they usually return to their tribe before dark."

"But this time I've decided to go deeper with the young clan leader. I want to see what's inside."

"Aren't you afraid of danger? The burden of Khampa Luo is on your shoulders now. What if something happens?" Zhang Haike asked, frowning.

Dan smiled, a smile that looked surprisingly innocent. "With the young clan leader here, as Old Rengo once said, the young clan leader is omnipotent."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haike immediately looked at Zhang Wuxun with a mysterious gaze, clearly conveying a message that this was not a good thing.

Faith can be heaven and earth, lakes and mountains, gods and Buddhas, or mysteries, but it cannot be human beings.

Zhang Wuxun looked back at him firmly. He knew Zhang Haike's worries very well, but it was already inevitable. Ever since Lao Renge rescued him from the depths of the snow mountain and uttered those four words, Awu Chile, which sounded like a curse, he had already become one.

Zhang Haike sighed inwardly, thinking that it made sense. After all, whether from the perspective of his own supernatural abilities or the respect and knowledge of his clansmen, his situation was completely different from that of the clan chief back then.

The exchange of glances between the two was fleeting, and no one noticed.

Wu Xie wrote "Pending" after the cursed gold, then circled the last two lines. "The relationship between these two is inseparable." "Let's not worry about what's in the box for now, let's talk about the protective function of the lead box."

After exchanging glances and nodding, Wu Xie wrote down everyone's guesses on a piece of paper: "radiation," followed by the words "metal radiation."

The fat man's face immediately fell. "This precious gold is actually radioactive. How can I have any fun now?"

Wu Xie ignored his antics and said directly, "Let's leave it at that for now. We'll set off as soon as the supplies arrive. Remember to get some composite material protective suits. Whether we can find the supplies is another matter, but we can't afford to have any problems with our people."

Zhang Haike responded and left the tent to make arrangements.

Dan smiled at Zhang Wuxun and said, "I'll go arrange things for my time outside of these Celestial Clans, and also check if there are any other clues recorded in the notes."

Zhang Wuxun nodded and watched Dan walk out of the tent.

Wu Xie sat on the bed, stretched his legs which had been crossed, took a deep breath, looked up at the tent ceiling, his eyes vacant, and after thinking quietly for a while, he spoke.

"I think that since that's the Zhang family's snake mine, maybe what trapped Zhang Qishan's men was actually some kind of trap or mechanism set up by the Zhang family. Is that possible?"

After Wu Xie finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhang Wuxun sitting at the table.

"It can't be ruled out," Zhang Wuxun said calmly. "We'll know the specifics once we go in and see for ourselves."

Wu Xie sighed, then looked at Fatty and asked, "What kind of snake did Brother Xiao leave me? Did he describe it to you?"

At this point, the fat man had no reason to hide anything. "The young man's exact words were, 'It's a snake you can tell it's the same one at first glance.'"

Wu Xie stared at the fat man with dead fish eyes.

The fat man laughed heartily, "I'm not kidding you, that's exactly what my brother told me. And with that snake, you'll know a lot of secrets you want to know."

Wu Xie wondered, "What secrets could a snake possibly hold? DNA code, mutated species, medicinal value?"

“It’s a memory,” Zhang Wuxun said softly.

"!" Wu Xie jerked his head around, nearly twisting his neck. He quickly scrambled to his feet, crawled a couple of steps, and knelt by the bedside, asking in astonishment, "What memories? How did you know?"

“I’ve been there.” Zhang Wuxun got up, walked over, grabbed Wu Xie’s neck, felt his bones, and found that he was fine, except that the muscles in his neck were a little tense, so he massaged them.

“You’ve actually experienced that too, you just forgot. Go back and dig into your memories.”

Zhang Wuxun looked down at him and smiled deliberately, as if teasing him, "You're so smart, you'll find it."

Wu Xie was completely confused. Before he could ask any more questions, Zhang Wuxun said he was going to visit an old friend. After saying goodbye to Fatty, he left the tent.

Wu Xie stared blankly at Zhang Wuxun's retreating figure, his expression gradually turning from bewilderment to ferocity. He roared, "That little bastard Muyu is getting more and more into playing the riddle-maker! He throws out the hook and then runs away, it's just too much!"

The fat man quickly reassured him, "Wooden Fish is praising you. He has confidence in you. Why don't you think about why the young man would specially leave you such a snake? There must be something special about you."

"Think carefully about what you've experienced that involves snakes and memories."

Wu Xie racked his brains, thinking until he was almost asleep in bed that night. In his hazy state, several blurry figures appeared before his eyes. Those people had their backs to him and he didn't know what they were doing.

This seems to be...this seems to be...Mount Siguniang.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Wu Xie's left leg suddenly and involuntarily kicked forward. He snapped awake, his eyes wide, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. (End of Chapter)