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

Chapter 138 The situation is tense
Suddenly, amidst the flickering firelight, a tall, dark figure rose up, hidden in the shadows at the edge of the lamplight. It was very blurry, and only its outline could be vaguely seen.

Ye Chengdu was terrified, his body trembling as he asked in a breathy voice, "What is that thing?"

Zhang Wuxun didn't turn around, and answered him in a similarly breathy voice, "It should be the big monster with many legs that I saw hiding behind the lamp slave before."

Hua Heshang and the others immediately tensed up.

Chen Pi Asi, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, had seen all sorts of demons and monsters. He waved his hand to signal his men to calm down, glanced over there a few times, and suddenly raised his hand. "Whoosh whoosh," several iron pellets flew straight behind the lamp slave, hitting something and making a few muffled sounds.

A flash of light startled everyone, and they saw a long, thin shadow with many hands waving, clinging tightly to the lamp slave, its head drooping, as if it were about to fall into boiling hot oil.

Chen Pi Asi gave his subordinate a look, and just as Hua Heshang was about to act, a silver light flashed and struck the wall in the darkness behind them with a crisp clang. The wick of the third lamp slave, which was two meters away from the group, was cut off by the flying silver dart, and the flame was extinguished instantly.

Fatty and Wu Xiaoxie realized what was happening and quickly turned off their flashlights.

Their side was instantly shrouded in darkness, clearly separated from the other side, as if they were separated by life and death.

The fat man whispered, "Could it be that the scorched rice we saw on the jade platform in the hall has come to life? It noticed the light here and couldn't resist coming to see what was going on."

Wu Xiaoxie really wanted to slap him, "What kind of time is this to be making such a ridiculous joke?"

"Then what should we do? Why don't we go over and take a look? There are so many of us, let's go together, no matter what it is, let's just knock it down and beat it up first," the fat man suggested.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Wuxun reached out to stop him. "Let me go take a look first."

Having said that, he crouched down, gripped the knife tightly, and silently moved closer and closer.

Two steps away from the lamp slave, Zhang Wuxun stopped, looked up at the enormous centipede hovering above the lamp slave, its head raised as it inhaled the smoke, gasped, raised a hand to gesture to the people behind him, and without waiting for them to see clearly, quickly stepped back.

Just as it took two steps back, a beam of bright light suddenly shone on the giant centipede's head.

Startled by the sudden light, the centipede glanced down and spotted Zhang Wuxun nearby. It instantly stood upright, waving its long legs and opening its two large venomous mandibles, lunging at Zhang Wuxun.

Zhang Wuxun cursed under his breath and slashed forward with the blade, barely blocking the first attack. A small section of the hard venomous fangs was sliced ​​off by the skull blade.

The giant centipede let out a piercing hiss and lunged at Zhang Wuxun. Zhang Wuxun rolled to the side to dodge, and as he stood up, he raised his hand and slashed off several of its long, spiky legs on the left side.

The centipede had many legs, and the missing few legs did not affect its attack in the slightest. It was completely enraged by Zhang Wuxun's counterattack, roared, and turned to bite.

Zhang Wuxun quickly took two steps back, kicked the base of the lamp slave, and used the momentum to leap up. The giant centipede's head crashed into the base with a loud bang. Before it could react, Zhang Wuxun, who was falling down, stepped on its head, and it rolled in the air and landed steadily.

The impact shattered both of the centipede's venomous mandibles, and its body twisted into a jumbled mess.

The giant centipede grew even more enraged, coiling around the lamp slave and then lunging at Zhang Wuxun again. Zhang Wuxun, however, gripped his knife with both hands and, with all his might, deflected the attack with the back of the blade, sending the centipede flying back and crashing into the lamp slave. Without the protection of its venomous jaws, the centipede's wide-open mandibles were fully exposed. Zhang Wuxun raised his hand and threw an octagonal silver dart into it, then turned and ran, knife in hand.

With a muffled boom, plumes of black smoke billowed from the gaps in the giant centipede's shell. Half of the insect's head, along with its mouthparts, hung crookedly on its head, seemingly about to fall off.

The giant centipede, having recovered its senses from lying on the ground, stood up again with its spiky legs crackling. Undeterred, it stumbled and staggered after Zhang Wuxun, though its speed was greatly reduced.

During the escape, Zhang Wuxun turned his head and was shocked, "Holy crap, I wasn't killed in the explosion!"

In the distance, Fatty and Wu Xiaoxie, with cold flames lit at their feet, frantically waved to Zhang Wuxun and shouted, "Run! Come here quickly!"

Zhang Wuxun gritted his teeth, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lang Feng lying flat on the ground. He immediately realized something and his legs moved even faster.

He darted back to Wu Xiaoxie's side like the wind, but before he could even stand up, a violent explosion rang out behind him with a "boom," and a shockwave swept towards them, carrying shattered stones and wood chips that slammed into them, hurting them terribly.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" The fat man spat out the dirt he had swallowed, wiped his mouth, and said, "Damn it, it's finally blown to bits."

Zhang Wuxun turned around and looked at where Lang Feng had been. The giant centipede's body had been blasted in two, and Lang Feng, who had been used as a bomb, was completely gone.

Wu Xiaoxie, who had just realized what was happening, stared at Monk Hua in shock.

Before Hua Heshang could even finish smiling, he was unexpectedly kicked away by Zhang Wuxun, crashing into the lamp slave base next to them and rolling on the ground.

Zhang Wuxun's face was gloomy. He took two steps forward and stepped on Hua Heshang's chest, grinding his foot down hard. He said coldly, "You were the one who lit that lamp just now, weren't you? But it's a pity I didn't die. Aren't you disappointed?"

Hua the monk coughed twice with difficulty, a little blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He tried to grab Zhang Wuxun's feet and lift him up, but Zhang Wuxun didn't even blink and swung the skull knife at Hua's two claws.

Hua the monk immediately let go, lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, coughing as if he were about to die at any moment.

As Zhang Wuxun increased his strength, Monk Hua's face turned blue from holding his breath, and more blood foam spilled from his mouth, mixed with a few small blackish-red blood clots. Because he was lying on his back, blood had entered his airway. Monk Hua covered his throat with his hand, his eyes bulging, and he made "hoarse" breathing sounds, coughing from time to time, trying his best to raise his hand to his master Chen Pi Asi for help.

“Young man, don’t be so hasty. There must be some misunderstanding. It’s not good to deal with my men without asking why.” Chen Pi Asi held two iron pellets in his hand and kept turning them around, his eyes fixed on Zhang Wuxun.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Wu Xiaoxie and the others quickly reacted and rushed over to surround Zhang Wuxun. Pan Zi stared at Chen Pi Asi's hand, his face tense as he gripped his knife tightly.

The fat man sneered and drew his dagger, "Acting like nobody has any connections."

Wu Xiaoxie's face turned pale with nervousness, and he was somewhat at a loss, but he subconsciously turned to the side, trying to shield Zhang Wuxun behind him.

(End of this chapter)