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

Chapter 102 An Alternative Resurrection
Lao Yang produced two more cigarettes and asked Wu Xiaoxie if he wanted some. Wu Xiaoxie took them but didn't light them, just held them between his fingers as he listened to Lao Yang continue, "Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. When I discovered that this ability could transform consciousness into a physical form and gradually control it, problems arose. Human thought cannot be restrained at all times. It's like a sluice gate; when the floodwaters reach you, you can't stop it even if you want to. If you can't eliminate distracting thoughts, many bad things will mix together and become uncontrollable."

"So one day I came in and saw my mom sitting in front of the sewing machine right in front of the door. I had thrown the sewing machine away long ago, but it was back. I was terrified. I tiptoed over, and my mom seemed to know I was back. She turned her head, and I saw her profile facing me, exactly the same as when she died."

“I think I’m going crazy, really, I’m being driven insane by myself. Every day after that, when I open my eyes and walk out of my bedroom, my mom is sitting in front of the sewing machine with that terrifying face, turning her head and smiling at me.” Lao Yang stubbed out his cigarette hard on the ground. “I realized how terrifying this power is, but I’m not resigned to it. I want my mom to come back, so I have to find someone, someone who knows my mom, is familiar with my mom, and has a clean subconscious. Lao Wu, that person is you.”

Lao Yang stared intently at Wu Xiaoxie, his gaze urgent. "Only you can help me, Wu Xiaoxie."

Wu Xiaoxie was startled. "Old... Old Yang, this goes against the laws of nature. People cannot be brought back to life after they die."

"I know," Lao Yang said in a pleading tone. "I'm not greedy. I just want three years. I'll be satisfied as long as my mom can live peacefully with me for three years. When we were little, we would always hide behind my mom whenever we got into trouble. She was so good to you. You wouldn't want her to die alone, would you?"

Wu Xiaoxie looked at him, feeling truly sorry for him, but powerless to do anything about it. She could only sigh and advise, "Lao Yang, I can't do this. Your mother is already... already gone. Just let her go in peace and don't force her to stay any longer."

Lao Yang laughed, his expression strangely eerie. He said, "It's too late, Wu Xie. You don't understand. This matter has little to do with whether you help me or not. I think I've already achieved my goal."

"When?" Wu Xiaoxie was puzzled. He tried to conjure up a cigarette like Lao Yang had done before, but after several attempts, his palm remained empty.

"See, that's it." Lao Yang was slightly smug. "This is also why I didn't tell you before. This kind of power is useless when you try to use it intentionally. Otherwise, I would have conjured up a Manchu Han Imperial Feast when I was hungry. It can only be guided and will only appear under specific circumstances. This is very difficult, but you did it unconsciously before."

Wu Xiaoxie thought of the fusion of the Forbidden Sea Monkey Blood Corpse and the unknown monster that Lao Yang had shot to death. It had suddenly appeared when he was in a state of extreme panic. He seemed to understand something, looked at Lao Yang, and said, "You mean to say that this power is passive and requires psychological inducement."

“Yes.” Lao Yang nodded. “When I was talking to you just now, you must have subconsciously thought of my mother more than once.”

Wu Xiaoxie thought to himself, "Damn, this is really outrageous!"

(End of this chapter)