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

Chapter 112 Infinite Resurrection
(The chapter that was requested to be taken off has been made up; if it doesn't continue, go back three chapters.)
"What nonsense are you talking about, Lao Wu? I'm Lao Yang."

The monster still used Lao Yang's voice, which sounded completely devoid of emotion.

Wu Xiaoxie rolled his eyes and said coldly, "You're kidding me. Lao Yang was trapped in the cave and turned into bones three years ago. You're just a monster turned imposter."

'Lao Yang' sounded somewhat exasperated, 'Why do you say I'm not Lao Yang? I look exactly like Lao Yang, I have all of Lao Yang's memories, I am Lao Yang.'

"You let go..." Wu Xiaoxie was about to retort when he suddenly remembered the method of trying to get out that 'White Bone Old Itch' wrote at the end of his diary, and thought of a possibility, "You were objectified by Old Itch!"

Damn, now that makes sense, everything that's been off along the way.

Back then, "Old Yang" was trapped and died here, but before he died, his subconscious materialized another "Old Yang" outside the cave. The later "Old Yang" replaced the real "Old Yang" and retained the complete memories of the original "Old Yang".

Although he had heard from "Old Yang" that he had unintentionally "resurrected" his mother, Wu Xiaoxie still found it absurd and thought it was unbelievable.

However, when a living example was presented to him, he had no choice but to believe it.

According to this logic, wouldn't "Old Itch" be able to "resurrect" indefinitely?
Wu Xiaoxie was terrified by his own imagination; this was even more terrifying than a clone.

Moreover, the emotions of 'objectifying Lao Yang' are very unstable and highly aggressive, and it may kill those who deny its existence at any time.

For example, right now, Wu Xiaoxie has already seen 'Wuhua Laoyang' stick the dark muzzle of his gun in and point it at this side.

"I'm sorry, Lao Wu, I didn't mean to hurt you."

In his idea of ​​'objectifying Lao Yang', Wu Xiaoxie always identified the only 'Lao Yang' in his heart as the dead man on the ground who had turned into white bones. Since that's the case, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

Wu Xiaoxie sensed something was wrong and quickly bent down. A bullet whizzed past his scalp and hit the rock behind him.

Wu Xiaoxie quickly braced himself on his arms and moved to a corner with his back against the stone wall. The next second, the second bullet landed where he had just been standing, sparking a shower of sparks.

"You son of a bitch!" Wu Xiaoxie broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a wave of fear and anger rising within him. He immediately started cursing without restraint, "You said it was exactly the same? What a load of bull! Lao Yang would never scheme against me and shoot me. You're just a cheap imitation, a fake!"

Enraged, 'Wuhua Laoyang' cursed loudly and tried to smash the boulder blocking his way with the butt of his gun, wishing he could rush in and kill Wu Xiaoxie.

Those insane actions clearly cannot be categorized as normal 'humans'; the replicas materialized by that bizarre ability are entirely different terrifying, unknown creatures.

And it seems that it clearly knew it was a counterfeit, which is why it was so angry after being exposed.

Old Yang pounded on the light a few times, but seeing it wouldn't budge, he peeked out with one eye and stared at Wu Xiaoxie for a few seconds. Suddenly remembering something, he turned off the flashlight, his eerie voice echoing in the small, dark space. "Old Wu, I remember you were terrified of the dark when you were a kid. Are you still afraid? But don't let your imagination run wild, okay? I told you before, the more scared you are here, the more you think, the more strange things will come out. When I turn the light on, a dead face will peek out from behind you..."

"Shut your beak." Wu Xiaoxie cursed inwardly. This damned fake Lao Yang couldn't get in himself, so he deliberately guided him to imagine monsters in the darkness to kill him. But he was going to be disappointed, because he probably didn't have that strange ability. Otherwise, how could he have struggled for so long without being able to conjure up even a peanut?

Thinking this way, he felt at ease, cleared his mind, and was determined not to let the fake Lao Yang's conspiracy succeed.

He closed his eyes, thinking he might as well take a nap, when he suddenly felt a small gust of cool wind blowing behind his ear.

"?" Wu Xiaoxie was stunned for a moment, his nerves immediately tightening. Could it be that the old man, Lao Yang, had really said it right? But there was a solid stone wall behind him, so where did this little cold wind come from?

He quickly had no time to pay attention to anything else. The chilling wind had moved from behind his ears to his face. He could clearly feel a wall appearing just centimeters away from his face. In the pitch-black cave, he was completely blind. His breath hit the "wall" and bounced back, hitting his face with a warm, indescribable stench.

Damn, damn, damn!

It can't be that weird, can it? It's so dark here. Maybe it's just his brain being affected by what Lao Yang said, creating an illusion. Yes, it must be an illusion.

While silently repeating "This is fake" and "This is not real" to himself, Wu Xiaoxie retreated back without making a sound.

When his back touched something, Wu Xiaoxie realized the moment he made contact that it wasn't a stone wall. It was made of tightly connected, hard, cold pieces, like scales, and it was moving. With each breath, Wu Xiaoxie could feel the muscles writhing beneath the scales.

In an instant, Wu Xiaoxie felt dizzy and his vision blurred. All the muscles in his body went limp uncontrollably. He thought of the black python that had killed the terrifying octopus with ease. Could this one behind him be the same one?
Wu Xiaoxie shuddered as he felt the python behind him extend its head, its massive body coiling around him, its cold tongue occasionally brushing against his cheek.

My life is over.

With this thought flashing through her mind, Wu Xiaoxie rolled her eyes, her head buzzing, and she looked like she was about to faint.

Suddenly a white light shone over, and Lao Yang's deliberately affected voice rang out, "Hey~ Lao Wu, are you asleep? Why aren't you using a flashlight? Is it broken? Let me help you check it."

If the crisis hadn't been ongoing and the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, Wu Xiaoxie would have burst out laughing and given that fake Lao Yang outside a "666" (a Chinese internet slang for "awesome"). He really knew how to stir up trouble.

Sure enough, the blinding white light stimulated the enormous creature behind him. Wu Xiaoxie squinted, and a huge head rose up right in front of his nose. Its yellow lantern-like eyes gleamed coldly, and its thick, bucket-like snake body coiled up in the narrow cave, squeezing the already cramped space until there was no gap left.

Above Wu Xiaoxie's head, the surrounding space was filled with dark, cold-glowing scales. Startled by the sudden light, the scales trembled violently, emitting a chilling hissing sound.

(End of this chapter)