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

Chapter 129 Regeneration and Mutation
Zhang Wuxun was lost in thought when Wu Xiaoxie's exclamation behind him brought him back to his senses, and he turned around in confusion.

But Wu Xiaoxie was staring at his face, her eyes wide with tension, her voice trembling, "Muyu, you...your face, your tattoos...and your eyes!"

Zhang Wuxun: "?"

The fat man ran over in two steps, grabbed his head, and rubbed his right cheek hard with his hand. "Damn it, I can't rub it off, it's really growing out!"

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Wuxun slapped the fat man's hand away. "Why are you getting handsy?"

The young man stepped forward, staring at Zhang Wuxun with a furrowed brow.

Wu Xiaoxie also walked over and looked at him, asking curiously, "Can't you feel it?"

Zhang Wuxun was even more puzzled. Were these two all possessed? What was he sensing?

He noticed that Chen Pi Asi and his gang were also staring at him with strange looks, and there seemed to be some fear in their eyes. Ye Cheng, that coward, was looking at him with an expression as if he were a monster.

"What's wrong with my face?" Zhang Wuxun suddenly had a bad feeling.

Holy crap, no way!
In a moment of desperation, Wu Xiaoxie grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it on Zhang Wuxun's face, making him shiver from the cold. Snowflakes fell down his collar and into his neck, chilling him to the bone.

"It's gone! It's gone!" the fat man shouted again. "And its eyes have returned to normal."

Wu Xiaoxie quickly pulled Fatty along and pressed Zhang Wuxun face down on the snow, smearing snow on his face as if he were burying him alive.

Zhang Wuxun's face was frozen stiff before they stopped, and he said with a look of relief, "Finally, it's gone."

As Zhang Wuxun climbed out of the snow, he sneezed several times in a row, his mind exceptionally clear, all his thoughts and worries vanished into thin air.

Grinning and rubbing his face, which had been reddened by the two rough-handed guys, Zhang Wuxun took a deep breath. "Now can you tell me what happened?"

Fatty elbowed Wu Xiaoxie, saying, "Tianzhen, you see it best, so you tell us."

Then Wu Xiaoxie began to recount what he had just seen, using gestures and vivid expression.

It turned out that after putting down his camera, Zhang Wuxun went straight to the spot where the young man had knelt and worshipped the snow mountain earlier, and stood there staring blankly, as if he had been bewitched.

Wu Xiaoxie was afraid that he would fall if he took another step forward, so she thought of going over to pull him up, but then she suddenly saw a reddish-brown line climbing up his neck little by little.

Then more lines appeared, like dried blood, crawling across the right half of Zhang Wuxun's face, forming some kind of eerie totem. At the same time, Zhang Wuxun's eyes were also gradually changing color, just like when he suddenly appeared in the underwater tomb raider's cave.

Zhang Wuxun's brows furrowed more and more as he listened, because he really hadn't felt anything unusual at all. He was just recalling what happened in the Qinling Mountains, and a destructive urge involuntarily rose in his heart, but it was still within a controllable range. He didn't expect that this would have already triggered a reaction from his other half of the bloodline.

Actually, he had concealed something from the hot springs: the tattoo hadn't been there for a long time as Wu Xiaoxie and the others had thought. Instead, it gradually spread from his chest after he stepped onto the snow line above Lake Agaixi.

He now understood that he was being affected by both the Bronze Gate and the special bloodline within him. Fortunately, he had listened to the system and hadn't carried the Illusionary Play with him, otherwise the consequences would have been even more unimaginable.

After issuing the Cloud Palace mission, the system went into hibernation. Now Zhang Wuxun can only fight alone. He hesitated, wondering whether he should enter the Cloud Palace.

"Wooden fish, wooden fish?" Wu Xiaoxie saw that Zhang Wuxun hadn't moved for a while, so he reached out and gently nudged him. "Are you alright?"

Zhang Wuxun lowered his eyelids, somewhat unable to look at the people surrounding him who cared about him. He bit his lip, took a deep breath to calm himself down, and looked up at them with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The wind blew across his cheeks, causing a sharp pain. Zhang Wuxun groaned and quickly pulled his collar up to cover half of his face. "You two are really ruthless! You've rubbed my delicate skin raw. What if I'm disfigured and can't find a wife in the future?"

"Hey~"

Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty rolled their eyes in unison, turned around and left without looking back at all.

Ruthless man!
Zhang Wuxun gave them the middle finger from behind.

Suddenly, someone slapped Zhang Wuxun on the shoulder. He turned around, and Pan Zi opened his mouth, leaving behind the words, "Remember to tell me if you feel unwell."

Zhang Wuxun nodded with a smile, watching Pan Zi walk over there, feeling a warm glow in his heart.

Looking at the guy next to me, I was shocked. Holy crap, why is he pulling out a knife?!
Seeing that the young man had drawn his black gold ancient sword and was about to cut the back of his hand, Zhang Wuxun quickly grabbed him, "Hey, hey, what are you doing? You can't cut like that."

The deliveryman calmly uttered two words, "Help you."

Zhang Wuxun covered his face and nearly collapsed, then lowered his voice and said, "This has nothing to do with the Qilin blood of our Zhang family. Don't go around bleeding people out of the blue again."

The young man thought for two seconds, said "Oh," sheathed his knife, and looked at Wu Xiaoxie and the others.

(10,000 words completed)
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
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