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

Zhang Wuxun pinched the white-scaled snake's vital spot, squatted down, and with his other hand close to Wu Xie, he probed out a wisp of energy from his fingertip and drilled it into Wu Xie's chest.

This energy can help Wu Xie adapt to snake venom, activate his immune system, and increase his resistance to snake venom.

Just half a minute later, Wu Xie's breathing gradually calmed down, and the bleeding from his two orifices stopped.

Seeing that his condition had stabilized, Zhang Wuxun lowered his eyes and focused his gaze on the white scaled snake in his hand.

An albino black-scaled snake.

It shines like a star among the many black-spotted snakes, unique enough and intelligent enough.

A blurry fragment suddenly flashed through my mind—

Through the dream mist, Zhang Wuxun saw a young man whose face was obscured, holding an old glass jar sealed with a black cloth in his left hand, with a long, blood-red tail swimming along the yellowed jar wall.

The man seemed to possess a natural aura of intimidation; the shadowy figures were scattered and menacing, yet no one could get close to him.

He walked with ease through the long corridor, step by step heading deeper into the unknown.

Zhang Wuxun clearly saw that the man had a special bell hanging from his waist.

It's that Zu Bell.

He uncontrollably wanted to follow, but his raised foot missed its mark, and his soul suddenly plummeted.

A person in the mist looks back; a person outside the dream returns to their soul.

Instinctively, it retreated back into its body, satisfied, and lay dormant.

Zhang Wuxun felt the snake in his hand struggling. He opened his eyes and saw that the scales of the white-scaled snake near its seven-inch mark were worn away and covered in bloodstains.

He guessed that the snake had tried to sneak away while he was absorbed in the pheromones, and he instinctively gripped it tightly.

Yes, his hand, in its scaled form, was hard enough to break Zhang Haike's dagger. For this snake, the struggle was like scraping its scales against the grain with a knife.

Zhang Wuxun straightened the snake's body, which was as thick as his forearm, and found that it was nearly two meters long. It had only grown this small after so many years. He wondered if it was due to condensation or malnutrition.

But Zhang Wuxun probed its energy and found that its blood activity was very high, even giving the feeling that Zhang Haike himself was being held in his hand.

Zhang Wuxun was slightly surprised. Could this snake have eaten a large amount of Qilin blood? Otherwise, it wouldn't be so strange.

Zhang Wuxun coiled it into a circle like a rope, carrying it away from its seven-inch mark.

White Scales dared not resist, its snake head drooping listlessly.

White Scale: ...I feel a bit dead.

Zhang Wuxun knew it was playing dead; he could clearly sense the emotional molecules emanating from the snake.

Panic, fear, curiosity, eagerness, closeness, submission.

Zhang Wuxun pinched a small wisp of energy and poked it into the snake's vital spot.

The white, shimmering snake twisted its body, and Zhang Wuxun loosened his grip slightly, then it obediently climbed up and coiled around Zhang Wuxun's wrist, its tail tip drooping, looking strangely servile.

Zhang Wuxun was puzzled. Why didn't the colors match? The little snake in the pheromone image was clearly blood red.

But the feeling this white-scaled snake gave him was the same as the little red snake in the jar.

"Is it really you?" Zhang Wuxun asked with a hint of suspicion. "What did you eat here? Why is your skin fading?"

Besides, didn't the guy put the snake in the snake mine? How could it be such a coincidence that he ran into it as soon as he entered?

He released information molecules and asked, "How did you escape from the center of the snake mine?"

The white-scaled snake flicked its tail tip slightly, sending back a somewhat ambiguous message, but Zhang Wuxun understood its meaning. Humans had intruded, awakening the slumbering snakes and taking away the white snake and several others.

The White-scaled Serpent's angry emotions affected the other snakes in the snake mine, causing the snake herd to go out of control. Humans and snakes fought, and the White-scaled Serpent took the opportunity to escape.

Zhang Wuxun realized that it must have been Zhang Qishan's group who broke into the snake mine.

"How did you find Wu Xie?" he asked again.

The white-scaled creature tilted its head, its beady red eyes displaying a wise look. It flicked its tongue, releasing a signal molecule that conveyed a sense of feeding and pleasure.

Zhang Wuxun remained strangely silent for two seconds, then said, "I understand."

With the target appearing ahead of schedule, this mission can finally come to an end.

Zhang Wuxun carried Wu Xie on his back, releasing informational substances with a sense of expulsion while searching for the nearest entrance.

The scent molecules of the fat man and his companions are not in this layer. Only a very small number of people can receive the pheromones released by the black-scaled snake glands, but these chemical pheromones can affect the nerves of normal people.

They were affected from the moment they first entered behind the cracks in the mural, or perhaps even earlier.

The emaciated creatures fled as fast as they could, hiding in the shadows around the corner of the mural. After Zhang Wuxun had been gone for a while, the terrifying aura gradually faded, and the black-scaled snakes inside their skulls tentatively peeked out.

The sound of bones grinding together reappeared.

……

Zhang Wuxun walked down the half-collapsed stone steps, stepping over scattered corpses. Ahead was a precipice where the stone bridge that had been built was blown up.

There are many familiar scent molecules that have lingered here, mixed with the scent of black-scaled snakes.

Two climbing ropes were hanging from the edge of the cliff, it seemed that the fat man and his companions had been lured down.

...

The fat man was covered in sweat, with Wu Xie tied to his back, and he tried to move as quietly as possible.

The wooden building beneath his hands trembled precariously, sputtering foam incessantly, looking as if it might collapse at any moment.

Dan, standing below him, was wary of the black-scaled snakes that might attack at any moment, and worried that he might slip and fall down with Wu Xie, so he would lend a helping hand from time to time.

Zhang Jiuri went down to the bottom to scout the way, but he couldn't find the other two members of the Zhang family.

They had come all the way along the tunnel and crawled through several crevices in the rocks before successfully reaching the core of the snake mine.

This place was not the caves and ore they had imagined, but a sinkhole that stretched as far as the eye could see and had no bottom.

A colossal stone tower, snake nest, and black building complex sit within the sinkhole.

Stone pagodas sprang up from the sinkhole like bamboo shoots after a rain, surrounding the black pavilions and temples.

Snakes of various colors and sizes slowly crawl through the crevices of the stone tower; at a glance, there are currently over a thousand snakes active.

Everyone's faces went numb. If the snakes were to riot, they would be devoured, leaving not even bone fragments.

Zhang Wuxun reassured them that if the snakes rioted, he had a way to suppress them temporarily, and they would leave immediately once they found the snake.

Led by Zhang Wuxun, the group found the stairs leading into the mine and discovered many traces left by their predecessors.

As they were discussing in hushed tones, Zhang Wuxun, who was walking at the front, saw something and exclaimed, "It's there!"

Then he strode down the stairs and disappeared in a flash. (End of Chapter)