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

Chapter 134 Hundred-Legged Dragon Painting
(I'm back!)
After resting, they arrived at the palace gate, pried open the self-locking stone behind the jade door, and confirmed that there was no mechanism behind the door. The group then entered the spirit hall.

The fat man muttered to himself, "That old bastard Emperor Wannu is so petty. He put his tomb in this godforsaken place, so high up. He definitely doesn't want anyone to come up here. Heh heh, that old bastard must be hiding some treasure. He won't let anyone see it even after he's dead. We'll have to teach him a lesson this time."

Zhang Wuxun found it amusing, "Why should I give you someone else's treasure? If you were the emperor, you would definitely keep it even more tightly guarded than the King of Wannu."

The fat man tilted his head and thought about it for a moment. He paused unconsciously, about to say something, when Wu Xiaoxie, who was walking behind him and almost bumped into him, gave him a light push. "Hurry up and move along. What are you doing standing in the middle of the road?"

The fat man took a few steps forward following his momentum, then turned his head and muttered in confusion, "That's strange, what was I about to say? Damn it, I forgot it in a second."

The flashlight flickered, and the fat man sensed something was wrong. He rubbed his arms and moved closer to Zhang Wuxun and the young man who were scouting ahead and testing the mechanisms.

Zhang Wuxun tilted his head slightly and asked him what was wrong.

The fat man clicked his tongue. "No one has been here for hundreds of years. It's too quiet. I always feel like something is watching us."

The crowd was startled by his words and stopped in their tracks, shining their lights around.

It was indeed very quiet here. The echoes of the group's footsteps were particularly clear in the empty hall, making it easier to create a sense of tension.

The surrounding walls were probably coated with some kind of light-absorbing paint, so there was no reflection when a flashlight shone on them, and they were pitch black. Only the large lamp slaves hidden in the shadows of the stone pillars on both sides could be vaguely seen. If you didn't look carefully, you might really mistake them for someone hiding there.

Finding nothing amiss, and assuming the fat man was just being overly sensitive, the group slowed their pace slightly and continued onward.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the center of the spirit hall.

Directly in front was a jade platform, surrounded by several enormous bronze vessels with human heads and bird bodies. On the jade platform was a strange black statue that looked like a large leech lying there, its body covered with lichen and an exoskeleton.

Everyone was stunned.

"What the hell is this thing?" Ye Cheng exclaimed. "How could the tomb owner look like this!"

No one paid attention to his question. The fat man turned to Zhang Wuxun and the others with a forced smile and said, "What do you think this statue looks like? Doesn't it look like a laundry stick?"

Wu Xiaoxie quickly patted him on the shoulder. They were in someone else's lair, so it was better to keep a low profile. What if they heard them and he revealed his true form?

As Zhang Wuxun looked at it, he suddenly spoke up, "Do you guys think this thing might be a statue of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves?"

"Huh?" Wu Xiaoxie was shocked and subconsciously wanted to refute, but then he suddenly remembered what Zhang Wuxun had said at the hot spring, that the Snake-Eyebrow Bronze Fish recorded that "all the Wan Nu Kings of the past were monsters that crawled out of the ground." He immediately shuddered, "No way!"

"No matter how the Eastern Xia royal family evolves, it's impossible for them to exist outside of human form. Besides, this lump on top looks like burnt rice crust from the bottom of a pot, a dark, murky mess. Who would be so foolish as to recognize a lump of rice crust as emperor?" Wu Xiaoxie shook his head, denying his own guess.

Several people couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The fat man disdainfully lifted his foot and continued walking inside. "Why bother with that nonsense? We're here to find treasure. Let the professionals handle the archaeological work... Hey?"

The fat man walking ahead seemed to have discovered something. He and Panzi ran over quickly and soon brought out a gilded bronze monkey with a blue face and fangs. Hua Heshang and his group swarmed around it and studied it for a long time, but they couldn't figure it out. They only knew that it was made of bronze.

They hadn't seen a trace of the treasure along the way, and the fat man was getting impatient. He nudged Zhang Wuxun with his elbow, "This passage is so long, I don't know when it will end. Why don't we go and take a look to both sides?" Zhang Wuxun glanced at the darkness on both sides, his pupils contracted, he narrowed his eyes, and moved his feet a little in that direction without making a sound. He shook his head at the fat man, "No way."

The fat man got anxious and was about to shout when Wu Xiaoxie pulled him to the middle, saying, "It's still unclear whether there's any danger right now. If you separate from the main group, you're just asking for death."

The fat man knew he was telling the truth. He snorted and frowned resentfully, glancing in that direction every now and then.

Upon hearing this, the young man lit a glow stick, tossed it casually, and a green light fell straight into the darkness behind the lamp slave. Before he could even look closely, the green light suddenly disappeared.

Everyone looked bewildered. "What's going on?"

The fat man gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "Tie a rope around my neck, I'm going to go check it out, there's definitely something behind that lamp slave..."

"Shh!"

Zhang Wuxun suddenly interrupted him, and as if facing a formidable enemy, he quickly pulled him and Wu Xiaoxie back, whispering, "Go quickly, don't speak, there's a monster coiled behind that lamp slave."

The fat man jolted, his entire body trembling, and he grabbed Zhang Wuxun and the other man, and they ran wildly.

Despite his large size, the fat man is actually quite agile. When he runs, his footsteps are as soft as a cat's, completely inaudible among the other footsteps.

After running for a while, Zhang Wuxun turned around and patted the fat man on the shoulder, "Alright, alright, that thing hasn't caught up yet, let's take a break."

The fat man let out a heavy breath, "I was suffocating!"

He had only heard Zhang Wuxun's warning and his instinct was to run away.

Now that they had stopped, Chen Pi Asi, clutching his chest, slowly circulated his qi and asked, "What did Brother Yu see just now?"

Zhang Wuxun looked shaken. Although he didn't want to talk to Chen Pi Asi, he thought about it and said, "You might not believe it, but I just saw something really tall lying behind that lamp slave. It was alive, and it had a lot of things that I don't know if they were barbs or legs, that were shaking with its breath. It was too dark for me to see anything else clearly."

Chen Pi Asi was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhang Wuxun's ambiguous answer, but he didn't say anything more.

After all, it's better to be cautious when venturing into places that have been untouched for thousands of years. It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't.

"We've arrived at the rear hall," Wu Xiaoxie said.

Chen Pi Asi said no more and led Hua Heshang and the others to pry open the jade door, only to be met with a mural that sent chills down their spines.

The murals depicted mostly centipedes coiled in the clouds, some circling, some soaring, their claws outstretched, covering the entire wall and resembling a field of centipedes at first glance.

Ye Cheng exclaimed in amazement while taking pictures nonstop with his camera.

(End of this chapter)