Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 351 Wu Sansheng: A Master of Scams Against His Nephew
"Naive. Our Uncle Ming is a real scoundrel, even worse than my old man."

"He eats the meat, fine, but he won't even give us any soup? This damn coffin is so big, it's cleaner than my face!"

On the stone platform, Fatty looked at the empty coffin, remained silent for a long time, lit a cigarette, and complained to Wu Xie.

Not long after Hu Ming and Xiao Ge left, Wu Xie and Fatty led A Ning's men to this place, following their trail.

Panzi stayed up there to take care of Wu Sansheng, who was "severely injured and unconscious."

Everywhere you look, there is a scene of utter devastation.

A massive bronze door carved into the cliff face.

On the ground lay Chen Pi Asi's headless corpse, next to which was a grotesque head with wide-open, menacing eyes.

On the stone platform, there were nine enormous, unrecognizable centipede dragons, twelve corpses nailed to the platform, and an empty white stone coffin.

All of this, even a fool could see, is inextricably linked to the disappearance of Hu Ming and Xiao Ge.

Let's leave aside the question of why Chenpi died here.

Just
What about the burial goods inside the coffin?
This is what the fat man cares about most.

"Come on, you fatso, when has my Uncle Ming ever been the kind of person who's greedy for money?"

"Besides, where did Uncle Ming and Little Brother go? They even left his treasured sword here unattended? Damn it, could they have run into some danger?"

"Could there be some great terror hidden within that colossal bronze gate?"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes helplessly, looking at the precious sword nailed to the head of the Twelve-Handed Corpse, a hint of worry creeping into his eyes.

He knew that martial artists cherished their weapons extremely. They would not abandon their weapons easily, even if it meant that the sword was their lifeblood.

What Wu Xie didn't know was that whatever Hu Ming manifested would exist forever unless the master intentionally erased it or the master died.

Take, for example, the ancient city deep within the Kunlun Glacier. Two thousand years have passed, and it still stands there, waiting for future generations to discover its secrets.

Upon hearing this, the fat man fell silent. The weapons were left behind, but the people were gone, which could easily lead one to think some bad thoughts.

The banter just now was perhaps intended to change the subject.

Having just received news of his seriously injured third uncle, Fatty couldn't help but worry that Uncle Ming might be in trouble in the blink of an eye.

"Don't worry, Uncle Ming is incredibly capable, and with Xiao Ge by his side, this duo is practically invincible. What danger in this world could possibly defeat them?"

"Let's stop speculating. Maybe they've encountered some emergency and are in a hurry to leave?"

"If you ask me, instead of worrying here, we should put away Hu Ming's knife and go find him and return it to him!"

The fat man sighed, glanced back at A Bao's pale face, and then turned his gaze to the Dragon Pattern Cloud Blade.

This thing absolutely cannot be taken by Ah Ning and her people, otherwise they will be beaten to death by their elders when they get back home.

As he spoke, the fat man walked up to the twelve-armed corpse, gripped the knife handle with both hands, and pulled hard. He pulled again...
"Holy crap!? How naive! Just who the hell is Uncle Ming? I've used every ounce of strength I have, and I still can't even budge one of his knives?"

The fat man was immediately shocked. The knife seemed to be welded to the stone platform, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.

"I told you to stay away from clubs and girls, but you wouldn't listen. Now you regret it, don't you? Look how weak you are, all that fat for nothing, you can't even lift a knife!"

Wu Xie glanced at the fat man with disdain. It's just a knife, is it really that big of a deal?
"Screw your damn third uncle! Don't try to slander me, you naive fool! I'm perfectly healthy! There's definitely something fishy about Hu Ming's knife! Come and try it if you don't believe me!"

The fat man's face turned green; a man's dignity cannot be challenged!
"Let's give it a try!"

Wu Xie approached the corpse, gripped the knife handle, and pulled hard.
The fat man, ignoring Wu Xie's laughter, gripped the knife handle with Wu Xie and pulled hard again.
The two men stared at each other in disbelief. Just how heavy was that knife?
Despite the increased resistance caused by the blade's deep penetration into the stone platform, neither of them could pull it out—that's just too ridiculous!
"Okay, maybe my Uncle Ming really is some kind of deity descended to earth? I heard Uncle Ming say that his sword is about the same weight as Brother Xiao's Black Gold Ancient Sword! But this..." At this point, Wu Xie was truly dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded!
Although the weapons of those fierce generals in ancient times often weighed fifty or sixty catties, which sounds exaggerated, the units of measurement back then were very different from those today!
For example, one jin during the Three Kingdoms period was equivalent to 222.72 grams today. In short, one jin in modern society is more than two jin in the past.

For example, Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade weighed 82 jin, but converted to modern jin, it is about 36 jin.

While it's still impressive, it's nothing compared to 82 jin (41 kg).

But Wu Xie and Fatty estimated that even a hundred pounds wouldn't be enough to stop Hu Ming's knife!
"Damn, are our uncle and brother even fiercer than Guan Yu?"

"There's no other way. The two of us can't take this knife with us. We'll probably need Ah Ning's help."

Wu Xie sighed helplessly and began to ask for help.

A quarter of an hour later.
"...Mr. Wu, is your friend a messenger of God?"

"My God! This knife weighs at least two hundred pounds! Is this really a weapon that a human can use?"

Two burly white men struggled to lift the precious sword, exclaiming incredulously.

Ah Ning's men are no pushovers; they are all well-trained and muscular, yet this knife requires two people to lift it!
They simply couldn't fathom what kind of physical abilities were required to wield that knife with such ease.

Is the person wielding this knife really human?
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"To be honest, we know two people who can wield such a heavy sword with ease!"

Fatty and Wu Xie exchanged a glance, and said with a hint of smugness.

Their friends are awesome, and they feel proud of them.

"This is not the time to discuss how brave Hu Ming and Zhang Qiling are, Mr. Wu. Please tell me, where are they?!"

"The contents of this stone coffin are very important to our boss. We absolutely cannot let them take it away!"

Ah Ning came to Wu Xie and Fatty's side and said in a deep voice.

"No, even if you say that, we still don't know! You know these two... Oh, I forgot, you really don't know, these two are professional disappearing artists!"

"If they disappear and don't want to show up on their own, even if you kill us, we still won't know where they are!"

Wu Xie was almost in tears.

What kind of nonsense is this? Are you trying to frame your nephew?
"Miss Aning, come and take a look. There's something wrong with this coffin! Judging from the marks inside, there are only the imprints of a twelve-armed corpse; there's nothing else there!"

"In other words, neither Mr. Jiangnan nor Mr. Zhang Qiling took anything from inside. There was nothing else in the coffin except for the corpse!"

"It may seem unbelievable, but it's true!"

Just then, one of Aning's professional coffin inspectors spoke up to help.

"You mean"

"Either the boss's information is incomplete, or the information is false in crucial parts, and there's nothing the boss wants here!"

"It's a deep voice," his subordinate said.

"Damn it! That old fox Wu Sansheng! He's deceived us once again!"

Ah Ning's expression darkened, and she looked at Wu Xie with a hostile gaze.

Wu Xie: "."

Well, Uncle is tricking his nephew again, great!
(End of this chapter)