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

Chapter 117 Erdao Baihe
(A little something was added to the previous chapter)
"Isn't that right?" Jiang Lu asked suspiciously, noticing Zhang Wuxun's strange expression. "Your slender frame is clearly the result of long-term malnutrition and overwork."

As she spoke, her eyes darted around, and she quickly got up, closed the ward door, walked back, and lowered her voice, saying, "Are you afraid of retaliation? Don't be afraid, I'll call the police for you and testify for you. We absolutely cannot let these dark forces get away with it."

Zhang Wuxun was both amused and exasperated. He explained with gestures and words until she finally believed him.

Jiang Lu stood up, patted her white coat, and clicked her tongue with some regret. "Alright, I have something to do. Let's chat another day."

"Just stay here and relax. If you need anything, just call me. I'm from the thoracic surgery department, Jiang Lu." Before leaving, Jiang Lu reminded her, pointing to the nameplate. She only left after seeing Zhang Wuxun obediently agree.

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Several days passed after Zhang Wuxun woke up, and the system, which had been offline since the start of the ritual, finally reappeared.

[System Notification: The Qinling Sacred Tree quest is complete. Rewards will now be distributed.]

[Reward successfully issued]

[Congratulations, host, you have gained the Materialization Ability (Intermediate). Bonus: Danger Perception Ability (Basic, Perception Range 100 meters)]

Zhang Wuxun greeted the system in his mind, [Long time no see, System.]
【haven't seen you for a long time】

[Enable self-repair function]

As soon as the system finished speaking, Zhang Wuxun felt a warm current surge from his heart, flowing into his limbs and bones, making him feel much more relaxed.

He tentatively cleared his throat, lowered his voice and said two words. Apart from being a little hoarse, he felt no other discomfort.

The host's meridians, muscles, and internal organs have all suffered varying degrees of damage. To avoid suspicion, I will perform some repairs on the host regularly each day.

Zhang Wuxun picked up the fruit knife on the table, quickly peeled an apple, took a bite, and said, "[So you were already in my mind when I was little, right?]"
He used to think that his quick recovery after injury was due to his bloodline and physique, but now it seems that it was the system's doing.

【Yes】

When Zhang Wuxun thought about how he had been tricked into this miserable state by the system, even though he had no choice, he was still filled with resentment.

I quickly ate the apple, tossed it aside, and the core bounced on the edge of the trash can before finally falling in.

"Tsk." Zhang Wuxun was a little annoyed. After lying down for so long, his skills had indeed deteriorated.

When will Wu Xiaoxie and his friends go to the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds?
Zhang Wu asked.

[January next year]

Zhang Wuxun counted on his fingers, "[There are still two months left, there's still time.]"
The system was silent for a moment before speaking, [Host, are you sure you want to go to the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds?]

Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow, [Hmm?]
Are you afraid I can't defeat what's behind that bronze door?
Based on the host's current strength, that is indeed the case.

Zhang Wuxun smiled nonchalantly, "[Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look. I won't act rashly without absolute certainty.]"
[Besides, you're here, aren't you? You wouldn't just stand by and watch me get into danger, right?]
The system replied very seriously, "The host is right."

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Zhang Wuxun spent a month in the hospital, during which the system repaired all his hidden injuries, and he even regained some of the weight he had lost. The doctor finally announced that he could be discharged.

I originally wanted to treat Jiang Lu and the attending physician to a meal, but unfortunately Jiang Lu was sent to Beijing for study and exchange this week.

When the dinner party ended, Zhang Wu took the opportunity to give the nurse who had been taking care of him during his hospitalization a wooden box and a camera, asking her to send the wooden box to Jiang Lu in Beijing and to give her the camera as a thank-you gift.

The nurse was somewhat flattered. She hadn't expected that Zhang Wuxun would remember something she had only mentioned casually during their conversation. So, while expressing her gratitude, she repeatedly said that she would send the envelope to him.

The next day, the nurses had their day off, so she took the opportunity to go to the post office to mail something. When she went to work on the third day, she saw an empty ward and asked her colleagues, only to find out that the very good-looking patient had passed away the day before.

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Zhang Wuxun did not return to Hangzhou because he knew that as soon as he set foot on Hangzhou soil, news of his arrival would immediately reach Pan Zi's ears, and then Xiao Tianzhen would find out as well.

He couldn't meet with them yet, so he had to take a roundabout way to send out the letter he left for Xiao Tianzhen. He even used a fake identity created by the system when he was hospitalized.

Even if they wanted to verify, it would take them a lot of trouble. By then, he should have already found the route to the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top, and might even be able to go in and take a look beforehand.

Sitting on the train to Shenyang, Zhang Wuxun thought to himself with a smile, then closed his eyes and pulled down his blindfold.

I woke up to find the world outside my window covered in a blanket of snow.

I slung my backpack over one shoulder as I exited the train station, found a nearby mutton restaurant, and ordered a bowl of mutton soup.

The milky white broth, dotted with a touch of green, has a rich and mellow flavor that warms the heart in the cold winter.

After enjoying the donkey meat pancakes, Zhang Wuxun warmed himself up by the stove, then packed the pancakes into his backpack, lifted the thick curtain, and went out.

The heavy snow fell thick and fast, soon turning Zhang Wuxun's hair white.

A blast of cold air hit Zhang Wuxun, who sneezed, shook his head to clean the snow off his hat, fastened the top button of his cotton coat, put on his hood, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed in the direction he had asked the owner of the mutton soup shop for directions.

Leaving Wufangzhai, Zhang Wuxun carried several boxes with simple yet exquisite packaging. He walked to a corner, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then stored all the sesame cakes and zongzi from his backpack into his spatial storage. He then walked towards the train station. Passing a large supermarket, Zhang Wuxun stood at the entrance for a couple of seconds, thought for a moment, then went inside and bought a bunch of useful items, which he also stored into his spatial storage.

Inside the station, a sweet and clear voice from an announcer reminded passengers that the train bound for Erdaobaihe was about to arrive.

Zhang Wuxun followed the crowd to the ticket gate, entered the station smoothly, and boarded the train bound for Erdaobaihe.

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