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

Although Zhang Qiling himself was not present, with his implicit tacit approval, Zhang Wuxun, who inherited the Qiongqi Crouching Ghost Coffin Seal, did indeed have the right to execute Zhang Nian and other traitors of the Zhang family.

“You’re overthinking it. I’m not doing this because of any past camaraderie between them and you and the clan leader.” Zhang Wuxun raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Nian, who was drooling on the ground. “These two traitors have created something that poses an absolute threat to the Zhang family.”

Zhang Haike was clearly stunned. He quickly turned his gaze to Zhang Wuxun and examined him carefully. Finding no obvious injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What was that?"

Zhang Wuxun took out a sealed glass test tube from his pocket, which was mostly filled with a light pink, slightly dusty, translucent non-Newtonian fluid.

"This is a special venom that I found in the brains of a winged, snake-tailed monster I encountered while dealing with a trap."

As Zhang Wuxun spoke, he used a dropper to take out a few drops and dripped them onto Zhang Nian's and Zhang Jiuri's arms respectively.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the small patch of skin on the two men's arms where the venom had been dripped visibly shrank, aged, and discolored at a rapid pace, resembling a dried orange peel.

Wu Xie and the others gasped in shock, their jaws dropping, their heads practically about to explode.

"Based on my current deduction, this toxin is a combination of hemotoxin and neurotoxin, which mainly targets and destroys nerve cells in tissues, causing them to rapidly decay and die, and this process is irreversible."

"I tested it on two lone Germans. It's useless on ordinary people, only effective on those with Qilin blood." Its effects are self-evident.

The fat man let out a strange laugh. "In other words, if we hadn't realized this was a trap beforehand and had rushed in, you, you, you, and Tianzhen would all have fallen for it and died, leaving me as the only one left to shoulder the responsibility of saving the world."

Wu Xie gave a bitter laugh, gestured towards the two guys on the ground, and told them to face reality, "Can you beat either of these two?"

"No." The fat man replied decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"Then what are you carrying on your shoulders?" Wu Xie said, feigning anger.

Zhang Wuxun stood up and put away the test tubes. "We don't know how many monsters have been bred by injecting toxins in this entire mine. I'm handing these two over to you so you can thoroughly investigate what they've been researching in the shadows all these years, and whether they have any other things targeting the Zhang family."

"And what other forces were involved in his research? Every single one of them must be eliminated. Most importantly, did they cooperate with the Wang family?" Zhang Wuxun's tone was heavy, and the atmosphere around him was oppressive.

"No silk... I have it, I'll make some cloth for you!"

Awakened from dizziness by pain, Zhang Jiuri manually straightened his crooked jawbone and denied it with difficulty.

What he wanted was to defeat Zhang Qiling fair and square. He disdained to use such despicable means that harmed others without benefiting himself. Moreover, he himself was a member of the Zhang family with Qilin blood, and he knew very well that the birth of this poison was no less than a catastrophe for the surviving members of the Zhang family.

Seeing Zhang Wuxun and the others staring at him, Zhang Jiuri struggled to sit up, clutching his chest and breathing heavily, explaining intermittently, "I...I don't know!"

"I really don't know when Zhang Nian created this toxin. I always thought that Zhang Nian was researching Qilin blood because he was unwilling to accept that Zhang Qiling had destroyed his experimental results and wanted to resume the experiment in order to achieve immortality for a longer period of time."

Every time Zhang Jiuri came to Zhang Nian's door with his achievements, he acted dismissively, completely unaware that Zhang Nian had secretly created such a thing. Otherwise, he would have stopped him long ago.

Zhang Jiuri was filled with remorse for his negligence, but also felt fortunate that Zhang Wuxun, who was able to control the overall situation, was there.

Zhang Jiuri looked at Zhang Wuxun with mixed feelings, only to find that Zhang Wuxun's gaze swept over him without any lingering emotion.

It was a disregard that transcended one's own soul and personality, as if he were not a fellow defeated opponent, not an adversary, not even a stone or blade of grass that one would stop to observe in a moment of leisure.

In an instant, Zhang Jiuri's face turned deathly pale, as white as a dead man.

Zhang Wuxun hadn't insulted or reprimanded him, nor had he mocked him with a tone of disgust, but this indifferent and aloof attitude made him feel an indescribable embarrassment and shame at that moment.

The severe lung injury made it difficult for him to breathe; no previous injury could compare to the unbearable pain he was experiencing at this moment.

What he found hardest to accept was never failure, but complete forgetting and non-existence.

His actions were meaningless, then and now. Zhang Wuxun will not remember him, and Zhang Qiling will not think of him either.

Zhang Jiuri's face gradually turned ashen. He knew that he no longer had any reason to linger or stagnate in this world.

Zhang Jiuri slowly closed his eyes, his mind went blank, and all the surrounding noise disappeared.

"Tick, tick..."

In the stillness, the sound of a second hand ticking could be heard from somewhere.

This is… Zhang Jiuri suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, “Be careful!” Zhang Wuxun’s afterimage was still stuck in place as if the scene was delayed, but his real body had already rushed over a second before Zhang Jiuri’s warning, picked up the hilt of the long knife on the ground with his toes, and kicked the long knife away like a shot.

Zhang Jiuri's longsword flew straight towards the stone wall like an arrow, embedding itself firmly in one of the many cracks in the wall.

Wu Xie and the others reacted a beat too late, as if they were missing a frame, and immediately bent over and lay down.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock—"

The red dot on the hilt flashed until the last second, and then exploded the moment the timer reset to zero!

Flames lit up the sky, and smoke billowed into the air.

Zhang Wuxun remained unmoved, only slightly raising his left hand. An invisible energy, imperceptible to the naked eye, spread out from him, like a thin film of water, enveloping everyone present.

That invisible membrane seemed to be a black hole connecting to another dimension, swallowing and decomposing all the incoming shocks and dust.

Zhang Haike's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately used his body to block the two members of the Zhang family.

Such a worldview-shaking, almost miraculous scene, even though he had already known about it, still left him deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time after witnessing it firsthand.

A dozen seconds later, the surrounding environment returned to normal.

The stone path they had walked on was completely destroyed by the explosion.

Wu Xie and Fatty got up from the ground, touched each other all over their bodies, and chuckled, "Hey, we're fine, we're really fine!"
Despite being so close, not a speck of dust fell on anyone.

Wu Xie and Fatty knew perfectly well who had done it, and without prior arrangement, they both gave Zhang Wuxun a thumbs up, their eyes shining, and silently exclaimed: As expected of you, Super Fish!
Zhang Wuxun calmly pressed his palm down, "Basic procedure, don't be silly."

The fat man patted his frightened heart reassuringly, then turned to look for the culprits, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two Zhang family traitors like a machine gun.

Immediately afterward, he pointed with his little finger, started attacking at zero frames, and cursed loudly, "Which bastard planted this time bomb? Step forward, and I, Fatty, guarantee to beat you to death!"

As he spoke, his eyes blazed like knives, shooting towards Zhang Jiuri, who was still dazed and seemingly seeing something, his worldview constantly shattering and rebuilding, "You son of a bitch, was that you?!"

"That knife is yours, you son of a bitch. I thought you were closing your eyes to repent to your ancestors, but it turns out you were waiting for your big move to take us all down with you to the underworld to see the Zhang family's ancestor."

The fat man got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and with a big leap, he pounced on him, grabbed his neck, and was about to hit him.

Zhang Haike quickly stopped the fat man and helped explain, "I can guarantee that Zhang Jiuri didn't do the explosives. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reminded us at the last minute. He's always been upright and honest, and he would never do such a treacherous thing."

The fat man spat at him, "What guarantee do you have? Your words are like farts. You were so sure that the Zhang family overseas were under your control, but in the blink of an eye, two traitors have appeared. If you ask me, it must be these two losers who teamed up to do this. They're incorrigible."

The fat man maintained equal vigilance and suspicion towards all members of the Zhang family except for Xiao Ge and Mu Yu.

Zhang Haike was sprayed with spittle all over his face, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. He wiped his face with his sleeve, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and said with a straight face, "I only said that I guaranteed that Zhang Jiuri did not do such a thing, I did not say that it was not Zhang Nian who did it."

"Oh~ why didn't you say so earlier?" The fat man, as if he had learned Sichuan opera face-changing, turned his head and put away his angry expression, pretending to pat him on the chest. "Look at you, in such a hurry again."

Zhang Haike felt as if he had been forced to eat a mouthful of fishy and sour West Lake vinegar fish. He looked away with a look of utter dismay and scurried back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Xie pursing his lips and chuckling to himself, which made him feel even more unlucky.

Zhang Wuxun listened to their conversation, tilted his head, stared at the dazed Zhang Nian, and said in a flat tone, "That's Zhang Nian. I've changed my mind. I don't plan to let you take him back to the Zhang family overseas."

Zhang Haike's expression returned to its usual composure, and he nodded, "Either way, judging from his current state, he probably won't get any useful information out of him."

Years ago, before the clan chief came to deal with Zhang Nian's laboratory, he had advised Zhang Nian many times to give up his idea of ​​harming the Zhang family. Unfortunately, at that time, Zhang Nian was filled with evil thoughts and had already gone astray. Now he has ended up like this, which is entirely his own fault.

Having come this far, Zhang Haike believes he has done everything he could to be benevolent and righteous.

Dan pulled out the boning knife strapped to his calf and said eagerly, "Young clan leader, I'll handle him."

Zhang Wuxun casually waved his hand and said indifferently, "Remember to remove his tattoos and cut off his tomb raiding fingers."

This is the Zhang family's consistent method of dealing with traitors. Those who betray others are not worthy of having the clan mark again, nor are they worthy of being led back to their graves by the Spirit Master.

"Understood." Dan nodded in agreement, then pulled Zhang Nian up with one hand and walked into the darkness. (End of Chapter)