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

Chapter 126 A Gentle Breeze and Clear Skies
Zhang Wuxun's face was full of sarcasm as he coldly said, "You've rambled on and on with a bunch of nonsense. Listening to you makes me feel like I'm losing ten years of my life."

The monk Hua angrily flung his sleeves and shouted, "If you're so capable, then tell me!"

“You really think you’re the only one in the world who’s capable?” Zhang Wuxun turned to Wu Xiaoxie and said, “The main content recorded there is that the Wan Nu Kings of all dynasties were not human, but monsters that crawled out of the ground. It’s that simple.”

Wu Xiaoxie asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

The young man withdrew his hand from the mural, frowned slightly, and then resumed his expressionless demeanor.

Zhang Wuxun tapped his head with his finger and raised an eyebrow, saying, "I'm smart, that's all."

Wu Xiaoxie glanced at him speechlessly, "You're kidding me."

Hua Heshang and the others also kept their eyes fixed on Zhang Wuxun.

Zhang Wuxun chuckled, "I checked it out while I was dealing with that matter."

Monk Hua quickly pressed on, "What else did you find out?"

He didn't believe Zhang Wuxun's words at all. Back then, in order to decipher the Snake-Eyebrow Bronze Fish, he had read through every record he could find. He was willing to bet that there weren't even enough people like him who had studied the Eastern Xia script to fill a handful.

If he could find out so easily by asking around, wouldn't all his lifelong research have become a joke?

Zhang Wuxun found Chen Pi Asi and his gang utterly displeasing; their eyes were sinister, like little devils under the command of the Black and White Impermanence. He curled his lip and said, "The person who gave me the information said that the King of Ten Thousand Slaves is a monster that crawled out from behind a giant gate, with twelve arms. I don't know if it's true or not, but there is indeed a coffin carried by nine dragons in the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top, and the King of Ten Thousand Slaves of the Eastern Xia Kingdom is buried inside."

The gaze fixed on him grew increasingly hostile. Zhang Wuxun turned his head and saw that the gaze came from Chen Pi Asi.

He gave a cold "heh," turned his head away, and ignored them. They were a bunch of ghosts who were going to die sooner or later. What difference would a glare make?

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

The fat man scooted closer, pulling Zhang Wuxun a couple of steps forward. "Hehe, you really know a lot, kid. Tell me, what else did you find out? Are there any treasures in the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top?"

“There really is one.” Zhang Wuxun revealed his chubby, money-grubbing smile. “I heard there’s a huge treasure vault inside, filled with all sorts of gold artifacts and gems.”

"Hey, that's great." The fat man believed Zhang Wuxun's words wholeheartedly, rubbing his fat hands expectantly, as if those treasures had already been put into his pockets. "This trip was worthwhile, it wasn't for nothing that I, Fatty, came all this way in the freezing cold."

Wu Xiaoxie was quite impressed by the two's greed for money. He shook his head helplessly, asked Zhang Wu for a camera, and sat down next to them to look at the photos.

The young man sat not far from them, leaning against the wall, holding a knife, and closing his eyes to rest.

The group completely ignored Chen Pi Asi and his companions on the other side, who felt slighted and had livid faces.

This wave of hatred has been incredibly strong.

Pan Zi sighed, wiped his short hair, clicked his tongue, sat down by the fire, pulled out the roasted sweet potatoes, brushed off the ash, and threw one to each of Zhang Wuxun and the others.

Chen Pi Asi snorted coldly, raised his hand and called Hua Heshang and the others over, forming a circle. He whispered for a while, then ordered his men to take turns going out to keep watch and see when the snow would stop.

After Zhang Wuxun and the others finished eating the roasted sweet potatoes, they gathered together to chat, cracking sunflower seeds and listening to Fatty talk about his experiences over the past few days. Every feature on Fatty's face was vividly expressed, just like an old storyteller in a teahouse, with ups and downs in his delivery. Zhang Wuxun and Wu Xiaoxie took turns supporting him.

While one side was filled with joy, the other side was much quieter. Perhaps it was because of Chen Pi A Si's long-standing prestige, but apart from Monk Hua, the other subordinates were all very cautious in front of Chen Pi A Si, speaking to each other in hushed tones, afraid of disturbing the resting Chen Pi A Si.

Shunzi looked left and right, and without much hesitation, joined Zhang Wuxun's camp.

He was still thinking about the final payment Zhang Wuxun had mentioned.

He leaned close to Zhang Wuxun and subtly mentioned it. Zhang Wuxun smiled and whispered to him, "Didn't you look closely? There's a layer of silver screen ink on one corner of that card. Scratch it off with your fingernail, and the password is underneath."

"Huh?" Shunzi was stunned, she really didn't expect this to happen.

He stealthily pulled the card out of his inner pocket, concealing it with his palm, and carefully pried open a small edge. Upon discovering that there were indeed numbers underneath, his eyes immediately lit up with a smile.

Zhang Wuxun found it amusing and deliberately teased him in a low voice, "Prepare it well, or someone else might pick it up and you'll be crying and won't even have a place to go."

Shunzi wholeheartedly agreed, slipped his hand inside his collar, hid the card in the innermost pocket, and then patted it through his clothes to make sure he could feel it before letting out a sigh of relief and a silly smile spreading across his face.

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There was no day and night cycle in the cave, and the watch I brought with me was completely frozen and destroyed. I could only rely on my senses to estimate that about two or three days had passed.

The snow outside has finally stopped, and the sky has finally cleared up.

Wu Xiaoxie and the others put on the snow mountain camouflage uniforms prepared by Zhang Wuxun, with hand warmers attached to the lining, which made them feel much more comfortable than when they were wrapped in thick cotton-padded coats.

Zhang Wuxun had also prepared a navy blue shirt for the young man. Under the expectant gazes of the others, the young man pursed his lips, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but ultimately put it on.

Zhang Wuxun chuckled, putting one arm around Xiao Ge and the other around Wu Xiaoxie, saying, "Now that's more like a team."

Shunzi was surprised that Zhang Wuxun had so much equipment. Zhang Wuxun casually explained that he had hired people to deliver it to the side of Agai West Lake, and then transported it up in batches himself.

This explanation was highly improbable, but Shunzi and Zhang Wuxun exchanged a glance and tacitly agreed not to ask any further questions.

After gathering their gear, the group gradually climbed out of the rock crevice.

Based on his memory, Zhang Wuxun dug out the climbing rope that he had fixed to the steep slope when he came down from the snow, and the group pulled on the rope to climb up the canyon.

There were many fresh hoof prints on the snow not far ahead, very clear. Fatty leaned over and took a look, then cursed angrily, "Ah Ning and her group have already gotten ahead of us. Judging from these prints, they must have been gone not long ago."

Zhang Wuxun used a rope to pull the fat man's equipment up, then threw the rope down for Panzi, who was at the back, to climb up. He turned to the fat man and asked, "What's in here? It looks so big, but it's so light?"

The fat man chuckled, unzipped his backpack, and tossed two packs of sanitary napkins to Zhang Wuxun.

Zhang Wuxun's face turned green. "What the hell?"

"Are you planning to use this to fight the zombies in the tomb?" Zhang Wuxun asked incredulously.

(End of this chapter)