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

The small box was opened, and what came into view was a black jade Qiongqi with two wings on its back.

Its scales and wings shimmered and glowed in the firelight, its crimson eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and a wicked and cunning aura swirled within them. When it looked back, a fierce and malevolent aura swept over you, its blood-red mouth gaping open, its anger like thunder. Its four legs lay horizontally on the ghost coffin platform, as if it would burst into flight and pounce on the ghosts at any moment, extremely evil and vicious.

“This is…” Zhang Haike exclaimed in surprise. The usually calm and collected man was now breathing rapidly. “This is the seal of the Zhang family’s main branch, which is wielded by the Qilin and Qiongqi. It’s amazing that it has appeared here.”

Upon hearing that this person was someone important, the fat man immediately withdrew his restless hand. "You can't touch this. If I bump into him or get hurt, I won't have anyone to complain to."

Zhang Haike took out gloves and put them on. He carefully took out the black jade seal, held it in his palm and examined it carefully, not missing a single detail. Finally, he turned the seal over and saw the four Qin seal characters "卧鬼镇棺" (Wo Gui Zhen Guan).

“There should be no mistake. I’ve seen rubbings of ancient books with his name printed on them at home.” Zhang Haike’s tone was filled with barely suppressed excitement. “After the clan chief took over, the clan members were scattered and dispersing. The original Qiongqi seal holder died in the internal strife, and the seal was taken back by the clan chief. Later, the clan chief Tian Shou lost his memory and disappeared. The seal also disappeared. I never thought that it would see the light of day again here.”

"Hey, hey, hey, just take a look and enjoy it for a bit, why are you holding onto it like that?" The fat man shoved it away and placed it next to Zhang Wuxun. "This is the fish father's heirloom, don't even think about taking it for yourself. You're so old, how can you bully a younger generation?"

Zhang Haike took off his gloves, rolled his eyes at the fat man, and was very disdainful of the fat man's unfounded speculation.

He admitted to being somewhat envious, but he would not use the insidious methods he used to deal with enemies on his own children. Not to mention that doing so would go against his conscience, he would not be able to get past the clan leader first.

Since the clan chief chose to hand over the seal to Zhang Haisi, he must have had his reasons. Now, the clan chief has left clues that clearly indicate that Zhang Haisi's descendants will inherit the seal, which is equivalent to handing over a portion of the power.

Although Zhang Qiling never cared about power, the trust implied in his actions still made Zhang Haike genuinely envious.

Is it really true that being young makes you more lovable? Zhang Haike couldn't help but touch his face, then thought about how he was wearing Wu Xie's face and suddenly felt bored.

The fat man teased him, "Don't be so narcissistic at your age. If it weren't for my innocent face, would you be as good-looking as me?"

"..." Zhang Haike twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression indescribable. People do laugh when they are extremely speechless.

Zhang Wuxun touched the Qiongqi Seal, held it in his hand, and asked him curiously, "With this, can I command those Zhang family members with Qiongqi tattoos?"

Zhang Haike nodded. "At least the overseas Zhang family members who are on my side listen, except for one or two old fogies who have one foot in the grave. But that's not important. They've always been indifferent to family matters, like invisible people."

He couldn't help but sigh, "If the Zhang family were still around, the person who possesses this item would practically have absolute control over the life and death of all the Zhang family branches except for the patriarch and Chessboard Zhang."

“Now that this thing is in your hands, don’t use it unless absolutely necessary,” Zhang Haike patiently advised. “I can’t steal it, and I can’t compete with it. Those Zhang family members overseas are neither qualified nor capable of stealing it, so they are not a concern. However, there is a group of old, aging people of the Rui generation hiding in the mountains of the southwest. They do not recognize the clan leader, let alone the acting leader appointed by the clan leader. If they find out that you have the seal and that the concentration of Qilin blood is not low, they may do something to you when the clan leader is not around.”

Zhang Haike's words were very blunt: "Those old things can no longer be called human beings."

In their eyes, the Zhang family's descendants were merely consumables for prolonging their lives; those Zhang family members who were scattered and alone during the internal strife were the victims of their cruelty.

The reason Zhang Haike knew so much was because a young man named Xiao Zhang, whose blood concentration was slightly higher than that of a Qilin, went missing while on a mission in the southwest. When Zhang Haike's uncles went to investigate, they discovered the sordid and secretive affair involved.

The Zhang family overseas almost mobilized their entire force to rescue her, which even attracted the attention of the Wang family. If it weren't for those old fogies causing trouble, Haixing wouldn't have been switched by the Wang family after years of planning.

Thinking of this, Zhang Haike's eyes uncontrollably welled up with murderous intent.

Zhang Wuxun sensed his surging hatred and only said one sentence: "Let them come." Then he killed them one by one.

"No way!" Zhang Haike rejected the idea without hesitation, his serious gaze making it seem as if he wanted to pack Zhang Wuxun up and send him back to the Zhang family to hide him away. "Those old fogies have mastered too many of the Zhang family's secret methods; it's impossible to guard against them." Zhang Haike also thought that although Zhang Wuxun was resistant to ordinary hexagonal copper bells, special bronze bells could easily trap him in illusions. If those old fogies really used this on him, even if he could wake up quickly, even just for a moment of distraction would be fatal for Zhang Wuxun, who was in danger.

“From this moment on, never let the ancestral bell leave your side,” Zhang Haike said earnestly. “Unless we kill them on our own initiative or they all die on their own.”

Zhang Wuxun felt a chill run down his spine from Zhang Haike's gaze. He wondered if Zhang Haike had forgotten that he had evolved into a superhuman species.

But Zhang Haike's gaze precisely conveyed a message: that's precisely why it's even more dangerous! The more unique and rare something is, the easier it is for greedy people to plunder and possess it.

The fat man understood the hidden meaning in their conversation, so he simply grabbed the bronze box that was placed next to the pillow and stuffed it, along with the Qiongqi Seal, into Zhang Wuxun's arms. "Be good, okay? If your brother-in-law tells you to take it, then take it."

Wu Xie nodded in agreement, "We all know you're very capable, Muyu, but it's easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Your brother-in-law is only doing this for your own good."

After saying this, Wu Xie couldn't help but chuckle, "I never thought that one day I could apply the advice my Third Uncle gave me to someone else."

The fat man laughed loudly and pointed at him, "You're really cunning. You're acting like an elder in front of the wooden fish while the young master is away. Wait until he comes back and see if I don't tell on you."

Wu Xie grabbed Fatty and grumbled, "I know a little secret about our Fatty. What if I accidentally let it slip in front of Yun Cai one day..."

The fat man was suspicious, half believing and half doubting, "You're talking nonsense, what little secret? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Figure it out yourself," Wu Xie said, tossing his head back without offering any further explanation.

The fat man jumped over, grabbed his shoulder, and knocked him down with a twist of his leg. "Hey, you little naiveté, you've really gone bad. You even dare to threaten me, Fatty. Take this."

The two of them rolled around on the thick mat, tickling each other and making a ruckus.

Without even looking up, Zhang Wu raised his leg to dodge the fat man's sneak attack on his knee, moved everything on the low table to the bed, and made room for the two of them to mess around.

Zhang Haike also moved over, and he looked at Zhang Wuxun, about to speak again to persuade him.

Zhang Wuxun raised his hand to stop him, "I really remember, I'll carry it with me at all times, I'll never leave it behind."

It would be impolite to keep rambling on.

Zhang Haike's heartfelt compassion was stifled, and he sighed regretfully.

Hearing the two fat men arguing, Zhang Haike changed the subject, "Let's open the other puzzle box and see what's inside."

Zhang Wuxun followed instructions and unlocked the mechanism. This time, it didn't seem to contain anything unique, just a stacked piece of skin from an unknown creature.

Zhang Wuxun traced the texture with his fingertips and remembered it, saying, "It's made of the same material as three of the ancient scrolls we found in the Snake Tower Temple before; it's very thin and tough."

Unfolding it revealed another map, but Zhang Wuxun recognized several of the marked locations as the tombs built on dragon veins that he and Wu Xie had visited together before.

However, in the eastern corner, there was an unknown remnant sea, and in the northern corner, there was a black shadow that had been drawn and then erased. (End of Chapter)