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

Chapter 120 In trouble
The sealing stone got stuck after moving less than half a meter, probably because it was too old and the mechanism was damaged by the occasional avalanches.

They crawled into the crevice, which faced downwards and had a very strong sulfur smell. After walking for a while, Zhang Wuxun reached out and touched the rock walls on both sides, only to find that they were actually quite hot to the touch.

The crevice became increasingly steep, and there were more sharp pebbles on the ground. Zhang Wuxun had to wear an extra pair of gloves and wrap several layers of bandages around his knees for protection before crawling down using both his hands and feet.

The passage was very long; we climbed down for nearly a hundred meters before we saw the narrowest part, the crevice caused by the collapse.

The temperature here was already quite high. Zhang Wuxun took off his outer clothes and put them into his spatial storage. He tried to squeeze in, hunching his shoulders, and found that he could barely fit. He no longer needed to shrink his bones.

With the mechanism the young man had discovered still on his mind, Zhang Wuxun climbed for a while, then took off his left glove and, enduring the pain of the sharp stones, groped his way forward inch by inch.

"Ok?"

Got it!

Zhang Wuxun's eyes lit up. This was it. Just as he was about to press the button, the system in his mind suddenly issued a warning.

[The host cannot open this]

Zhang Wuxun pursed his lips, sighed somewhat dejectedly, and said, "[I understand.]"
After calming himself down, he carved a hidden mark on the wall with a dagger, then put on gloves and carefully avoided the mark as he climbed back inside.

After climbing for about ten more minutes, the space suddenly opened up ahead. At the end of the crevice, there were jumbled rocks. Zhang Wuxun carefully avoided the sharp rocks and squeezed out through the exit.

The space here is about a third the size of a football field and two stories high. It's very spacious. With his feet on the gravel on the ground, Zhang Wu found a gap to secure the lantern.

Although his eyes can see in the dark, the feeling he gets from seeing things in the dark is different from when the lights are on.

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While waiting for Wu Xiaoxie and the others, Zhang Wuxun cleared enough space, pitched a single tent for himself, and had the system replay the plot of the Heavenly Palace in the Clouds in his mind again and again. Then, following the direction given by the system, he continued to go up the mountain range and found the snow slope that would be blown up by the "Cannon God" and avalanche. He also buried a signal device under those black and bare rocks to confirm the location, and then returned to the hot spring.

In the following days, having nothing else to do, I carefully scraped off the top layer of the colorful murals on the mountainside, revealing the well-preserved narrative murals underneath, and then took pictures of them.

Every day, they would also take time to climb out and clear away the snow blocking the crevice in the rock.

For the rest of the time, Zhang Wuxun either slept, ate, or spaced out, or worked with the system to organize his thoughts.

[System, do you think the Wu Sansheng who appeared in the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top is the real Wu Sansheng?]
Zhang Wuxun lay in the tent, his head resting on his arm, idly letting his thoughts wander.

[System unaware]

Zhang Wuxun never expected to get any extra information from his own system, which was as clumsy as a saw-off gourd; he was just getting bored of being alone for so long.

I wonder how the guy managed to stay all alone behind the bronze door for so long.

If it were Zhang Wuxun, he would probably have to figure out all sorts of ways to blow up that damned bronze door in less than a year.

Once and for all.

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That day, Zhang Wuxun had just put half a packet of meatballs into the hot pot soup he had cooked when he heard the signal receiver he had placed next to the tent start ticking.

"Hey, you've come at just the right time."

Zhang Wuxun threw a packet of solid alcohol into the fire, got up and took out the equipment he had previously organized in his spatial storage and placed it on the open ground next to the tent. There were five sets in total, one for each of Xiao Ge and Wu Xiaoxie.

Then, taking a flashlight and a signal receiver, and with proper safety precautions, climb out through the crack.

The crevice was blocked by snow again, so Zhang Wuxun took out a folding shovel from his spatial storage and quickly cleared the snow from the opening. Then he put on his thick down jacket and waited, nestled two meters inside the crevice.

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About seven or eight kilometers from the crevice, Wu Xiaoxie had just slipped and fallen, sinking almost entirely into the snow. With the heavy equipment on his back, he was temporarily unable to move.

Panzi, who was walking behind him, quickly stepped forward, dug him out of the snow, patted him on the shoulder, and gestured for him to continue.

In just a short while, the sky seemed to be suddenly covered by something, turning gray and gloomy. The wind and snow lashed wildly, and visibility was pitifully low. Within two meters, you could barely see a person's figure, but beyond two meters, you couldn't distinguish between people and animals.

Shunzi, leading the horse that was dragging more equipment, was walking at the front. He noticed something was wrong, stopped, turned around and waved to Hua Heshang behind him. He tugged at the climbing rope tied around his waist, signaling him to let the people behind him come over quickly.

The word spread quickly, and soon everyone was gathered together.

"What's going on?" As soon as the fat man opened his mouth, the icy wind and snow poured into his throat, making him quickly turn his head away from the cold.

Shunzi adjusted his goggles, looked around, his eyebrows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. "The wind is too strong. It looks like there was an avalanche here. The terrain has changed, and I'm a little confused now."

“Look,” Shunzi pointed ahead, “the snow in front is all collapsed from the mountain above. It’s so deep and loose that a horse’s belly can be submerged in it. The horse can’t walk through it. Moreover, there are many dangerous snow puddles underneath this kind of snow. They are very easy to collapse and slip. Once you step on one, you and the horse will sink in and be swallowed by the snow. There’s no time to react.”

Everyone was stunned by his words.

"What should we do then?" Panzi asked. "Judging from the weather, the snow is probably going to get even worse later. Will we be able to get back?"

Looking at the gloomy sky, Shunzi gritted his teeth and said, "If we go a little further, we won't be far from that abandoned border post. The wind on the snow mountain won't stop for days and nights. It's too late to turn back now. We can only take shelter at the post for now and wait for this blizzard to pass."

Among them, Shunzi was the most experienced in snow-capped mountains. Hearing him say this, the others dared not delay any longer and set off, following behind Shunzi, stepping through the thick snow that reached their thighs, moving forward step by step with difficulty.

Shunzi said the sentry post would be there in an hour, but the group walked from dusk till night and still didn't see a single post.

It was freezing cold, and even Fatty's bulky build was useless; he was once again buried in the snow. Fatty got angry, scrambled to his feet, and yelled at Shunzi, "You son of a bitch, did you lead us the wrong way? Where are the sentries?"

Shunzi didn't dare to talk back when he was being scolded. It was because everyone around him was looking at him with hostility. He had come to realize that none of these people were good people. If he really angered everyone, they might even tear him apart and bury him alive.

Shunzi suppressed his bitterness, circled the spot where they were huddled a few times, and looked up a few more times. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he slapped his thigh in frustration, "Damn it, I was wondering why I couldn't find the sentry post. Turns out it was buried in snow."

"Huh?" The fat man's head was frozen stiff, and he didn't react for a moment.

Shunzi said with a wry smile, "This avalanche was enormous. The sentry post was right under our feet, but it was buried by the snow."

It's over now.

Panzi lost all will to beat him up. He sighed and cursed, "What the hell is this?"

The fat man yelled, "What do we do now? The horse's gone too! Are we really going to freeze to death here?"

Shunzi's mind was in complete disarray. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in all his years of leading the team, and he was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Wu Xiaoxie took two steps closer to Shunzi, about to speak, when suddenly he froze, clutched his chest, and yelled, "Wait a minute!"

Everyone was startled by his actions, and Panzi hurriedly gathered around, anxiously asking, "What's wrong, Third Master?"

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