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

Chapter 123 The Crimson Mark Reappears
Zhang Wuxun was nearly driven to despair by Wu Xiaoxie's barrage of words, and because he was in the wrong, he dared not retaliate and could only lower his eyelids and remain silent.

In that letter, he only said that he had left the Qinling Mountains and was going to a very dangerous place to complete a very important task. He then told Wu Xiaoxie that he would be waiting for him in Changbai Mountain and that he should find a guide named Shunzi to lead the way.

What really angered Wu Xiaoxie was that Zhang Wuxun had clearly left the Qinling Mountains, yet he didn't leave a single word, and then disappeared for three whole months, neither alive nor dead. But then he suddenly reappeared when Wu Xiaoxie was feeling utterly hopeless, leaving only a simple notice without any further explanation. Immediately afterward, his third uncle also asked him to come to the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top. They were following one after the other, and even the guide they arranged was the same person. If you said there wasn't something fishy going on, no one would believe it.

He never understood what his third uncle was doing. He felt like he was being led by the nose by the other man from beginning to end. Now that Muyu had also gotten involved, he felt like he was being excluded and treated like a fool, being schemed against by the person closest to him.

It's really unpleasant to be kept in the dark all the time.

Pan Zi stepped forward and put his arm around Zhang Wuxun's shoulder to smooth things over, "It's good that he's alright. We're all on the same side. Once we've talked things out, it'll be fine. Brother Muyu, you really scared Little Third Master half to death with that whole thing."

"That's right, that's right, we're all brothers, what's wrong with us? We can just have a fight." Fatty said he wanted to have a fight, but he was holding Wu Xiaoxie's arm.

Wu Xiaoxie released his grip following his force and snorted coldly.

The young man stood by and watched for a while. Seeing that the two had no intention of fighting, he felt reassured and went ahead to check the dragon stone carving coiled in the snow, carrying his knife on his back.

Zhang Wuxun breathed a sigh of relief, took out a sweet potato that he had previously roasted in the ashes, and handed it to Wu Xiaoxie with a smile, saying, "Calm down, are you hungry? Here, have this to tide you over. It's still warm. I also made a hot pot, just waiting for you to arrive."

Wu Xiaoxie divided the sweet potato into three portions and gave them to Panzi, Fatty, and Xiao Ge to eat, while continuing to stare at Zhang Wuxun expressionlessly.

Zhang Wuxun sighed, rubbing his forehead. Well, he's still angry.

The fat man, with his sharp nose, had already sniffed the aroma of the hot pot and crawled into the crevice in the rock.

Hua the monk helped Chen Pi Asi, who had regained consciousness, to the other side. Standing at the entrance, the old man waited for Ye Cheng, who had already crawled out, to whisper something in Chen Pi Asi's ear before calling his men inside.

Poor Shunzi was carried inside by Panzi. After checking the sealing stone, the young man turned his head and glanced at Zhang Wuxun and the other man who were stuck in place.

Zhang Wuxun waved to him, "You go in first."

After the young man entered the crevice, only Zhang Wuxun and Wu Xiaogou, who had a cold expression, remained in the snow outside.

In just a short while, Wu Xiaoxie's shoulders were covered in snow. Zhang Wuxun reached out and brushed it off for him, laughing, "After climbing such a long snow mountain, aren't you hungry?"

"Nonsense." Wu Xiaoxie replied irritably. Just as she was about to lift her foot, she suddenly looked down at her foot with a strange expression and cursed, "Damn it, my legs are frozen stiff, I can't lift my foot."

Zhang Wuxun was taken aback for a moment, then suppressed a laugh as he squatted down to pat his legs and massage his acupoints to loosen them. He then stood up and supported his arm, saying, "Alright, try lifting it slowly."

With his leg finally able to lift, Wu Xiaoxie's lingering resentment had mostly dissipated. He put on a stern face and said, "Laugh, laugh, you still have the nerve to laugh."

Zhang Wuxun raised his hands in surrender, "Third Master, I truly know I was wrong, more real than gold."

Wu Xiaoxie rolled her eyes at his antics, paused for a moment, and then spoke her mind, "I know you must have a reason for not telling me, but next time you go somewhere, remember to tell me, so I'll at least know where to look for you."

"Don't be like that silent guy, appearing and disappearing without a trace, as if there's nothing in this world worth leaving behind." Zhang Wuxun's smile faded, and he nodded solemnly. "Okay, I'll remember."

After saying that, he patted Wu Xiaoxie's head and said, "Let's go in too, or Fatty will eat all the meatballs I cooked."

﹉﹉﹉

The two went inside, and the fat man was already eating heartily with his bowl in hand. The iron basin was also filled with fresh slices of meat, which were almost cooked.

Zhang Wuxun quickly pulled Wu Xiaoxie over and grabbed a bowl for him.

The ingredients prepared on the side were quickly devoured by the group of men. The fat man, not satisfied, then searched Zhang Wuxun's backpack and found the self-heating rice. He ate until his belly was round, then sat down and squinted like a Maitreya Buddha.

The temperature near the hot spring was already high, and after eating a hot meal, the fat man was sweating profusely. He quickly stripped down to his bare chest, folded up a bag that had once contained meatballs, and used it as a fan to fan himself.

He looked at Zhang Wuxun, who had been wearing a coat since he came in, and then looked around at the people around him. Except for the young man, everyone else had taken off their clothes and were only wearing light clothing. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Muyu, you have a fan on you. Don't you feel hot?"

Zhang Wuxun casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied nonchalantly, "Ah, it's not hot."

The fat man stared at Zhang Wuxun suspiciously, then suddenly hissed, "Hey Fatty, you seem to have lost a lot of weight? Have you lost weight?"

The more he looked at him, the more suspicious he became, so he simply leaned in and started pulling off Zhang Wuxun's clothes, saying, "Take off your clothes, Fatty, let me take a look."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Wuxun was startled and hurriedly grabbed her clothes. Like a young girl being harassed by a bully, she kicked the fat man, sending him rolling on the ground twice. She glared at him and laughed, "You fatso, how dare you do this in public?"

The fat man didn't care about anything else. He got up, patted his butt, pointed at Zhang Wuxun, and said to Wu Xiaoxie, "Tianzhen, let's go together! This kid is definitely hiding something in his clothes!"

"Holy crap! What are you two doing? Stop! Don't come any closer!" Zhang Wuxun looked terrified and quickly got up to crawl into the tent, but the fat man pounced on him and grabbed his left leg, tripping him. Wu Xiaoxie also took the opportunity to pounce on the two of them and pin them down.

Panzi watched the three of them playfully fighting, smiled, lit a cigarette, and offered one to the young man next to him, but the young man shook his head and refused.

"Damn!" Zhang Wuxun flipped Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty over and piled them together, panting heavily as he moved to a safe distance, waving his hand and saying, "Alright, alright, that's enough."

The fat man helped Wu Xiaoxie up, rubbing his hands together as if he was about to go forward again, looking determined to achieve his goal.

Zhang Wuxun had a bit of a headache. Fatty was too meticulous. He originally wanted to keep it a secret so they wouldn't worry, but if Wu Xiaogou found out, he would definitely keep asking questions until he got to the bottom of it.

Zhang Wuxun sighed, unzipped his jacket, and took off his clothes. "See? See?"

Under the bright yellow light, Zhang Wuxun's right shoulder and upper arm, exposed by his black vest, were clearly marked with reddish-brown lines.

(End of this chapter)