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

Time passed second by second. The fat man, holding the shotgun in his arms, would glance at his watch every now and then. The time of one o'clock in the morning had passed, and everything was calm, as if nothing evil had happened.

He drank a lot of soup tonight and now felt a bit of a urge to pee. The fat man was about to get restless, so he shifted his position, wanting to ask Zhang Wuxun to keep an eye on things while he went to unload some cargo.

However, when he turned around, the fat man found that it was pitch black behind him, as if there was no one there.

Zhang Wuxun, who had just been talking to him and occasionally responding, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The fire went out, and the entire camp was completely dark. Even the hissing of snakes that came out to hunt at night had disappeared without a trace.

The fat man's first reaction was that something was about to launch a sneak attack, so he made a noise that Zhang Wuxun didn't notice and lured him away.

He jumped up, gun in hand, and glared menacingly at the darkness.

After a long period of vigilance, the darkness before my eyes remained as thick as ink.

The fat man suddenly remembered the strange situation Dan had mentioned—a toxic fog that would rob people of their sight.

But the key question is, to avoid this problem, everyone, whether awake or asleep, was wearing protective gear. So how did the toxic fog get in?

Thinking of this, the fat man quickly turned around to check on Wu Xie and the others, but as soon as he took a step, he was tripped by something.

The fat man hurriedly tried to regain his balance, but in his haste, he stepped on a round, unidentified object, causing him to completely lose his balance and fall forward.

The fat man hurriedly stretched out his elbow to barely support half of his body, but his gas mask slammed directly into a "wall" that was as hard as stone. The gas mask made the fat man cry out in pain.

"What the hell is this?!" The fat man cursed as he got up and stood up. He reached out and touched the "wall" in front of him. The unique rough texture told him that the "wall" in front of him was actually a very thick tree. He couldn't even hug it with his arms outstretched.

The fat man was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember there being any trees near the temporary camp, let alone such thick ones. Weren't there only dark, large rocks all around?
A sudden, inexplicable chill ran down his spine. The fat man swallowed hard, cursing inwardly that it was a ghost.

The situation was unclear, and to avoid being attacked from both sides, he quickly groped his way to the tree trunk behind him.

During the movement, he bumped into something again, making a series of cracking sounds. The fat man paused, held his breath, and waited for two minutes, but there was no sign of danger.

The fat man then casually pushed aside the things blocking his way with one hand, muttering, "Get out of the way, you're blocking my way."

Only when he leaned against a solid tree trunk and touched the cold gun in his arms did the fat man breathe a slight sigh of relief. He began to wonder when he had been infected and how he had managed to get from the camp to this godforsaken place without any mishaps.

He touched his body and did not feel any obvious external injuries.

What about Muyu and Wu Xie? Could they have been tricked like him, without anyone noticing?
"Impossible, impossible!" The fat man shook his head, dismissing the absurd thought.

If a wooden fish could be tricked out of nowhere, it would be no different from the sky falling down.

After pondering for a long time without success, the fat man reached out and pulled out the thing, pinching one end and weighing it in his hand. It felt quite heavy and large, with a rough surface full of pits and dents.

The fat man carefully traced the outline of the object and suddenly realized it was a complete human pelvis. "A human bone is a human bone," he thought, unperturbed, "at least it's a companion." He tossed the pelvis aside.

But judging from this, all that he was fiddling with for so long must have been dead bones!

Holy crap, did Fatty just have bad luck and get captured by monsters and thrown into a buffet truck?

Logically speaking, Wu Xie would usually get a share of the spoils if something like this happened. Fatty whispered, "Innocent, innocent? Will, you're so naive?"

"Ayuok? Hello, Naïve, are you here?"

After calling out several times and waiting for a long time without any response, the fat man clicked his tongue and said, "It's over. Tianzhen isn't here either. This time, we're probably really in grave danger."

With his partner not around and unable to see, the fat man became anxious. He subconsciously reached out to rub his eyes, but his hand bumped against the gas mask. Realizing that the mask was useless except as a soft helmet to prevent disfigurement, he simply took it off.

He took a big gulp of the rotten, foul-smelling air, along with a familiar smell of blood.

This is... the smell of Qilin blood, this is the blood of the wooden fish!

The fat man was startled and could no longer maintain his composure. He hurriedly stood up and groped around looking for someone. "Wooden Fish! Are you there? Holy crap, say something! What time is it? Don't scare your fat brother like that!"

The entire space was deathly silent. No matter how much the fat man shouted, there was no sign of any living person around him.

The fat man took a deep breath and carefully used his sense of smell to find the source of the bloody smell. He soon discovered that the source of the bloody smell was the gas mask in his hand.

Realizing something, the fat man raised his hand to touch his ear, and sure enough, he felt some half-dried blood from the cochlea to the earlobe.

It was only then that the fat man realized that something unexpected must have happened at the camp.

Before he could notify and rescue everyone, Muyu took the person closest to him away from the place. After finding a place he confirmed was temporarily safe, he smeared blood on his ears and gas mask and immediately went back to find the others.

Judging from the appearance, the poisonous fog here is not just evil; it can affect not only vision but also hearing.

It was only because he applied the Qilin blood directly that his hearing recovered faster, which is why he was completely unaware that he had briefly lost his hearing when he woke up.

Thinking of this, the fat man calmed himself down and used his hand to smear the blood from the gas mask onto his eyes.

Although he couldn't understand why Muyu would choose to smear blood on the mask instead of directly on his eyes, he knew that Muyu must have his reasons for doing so.

Given the wooden fish's healing ability, the amount of blood needed to cover the entire mask would not be enough with just a small cut, so he must have cut open the veins to delay the healing time.

Based on the time it takes for blood to clot, after Muyu brought the fat man here and smeared the blood, he should have left within fifteen minutes.

About four or five minutes later, the Qilin blood applied to his eyes took effect. The fat man felt he could vaguely see things again, and he was overjoyed. (End of Chapter)