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

Chapter 145 Giant Bird with Human Face
"Screw it." The fat man waved his hand to dispel the unpleasant smell, then grabbed a few more packs of bullets, ready to come down.

Seeing that the foreigner that Fatty had rescued was already short of breath, Wu Xiaoxie wanted Panzi to give him a shot of adrenaline.

Panzi squatted down to look at him, then shook his head and said, "He's beyond saving. Living like this is just painful for him. We might as well send him on his way."

He then pulled back the bolt and aimed it at the man's head on the ground.

Wu Xiaoxie was startled and quickly grabbed him, "No!"

Pan Zi sighed, put away his gun, and said nothing more.

Hua the monk sneered, said "Woman's compassion," then directly pulled off the man's collar, stabbed him with a "plop," quickly got up, drew his sword, and dodged. Blood immediately gushed out from the foreigner's neck like a small fountain, spurting more than half a meter.

The foreigner made a gurgling sound like a water pump coming from his throat, his eyes widened suddenly, his limbs twitched, and then he went limp and died.

Wu Xiaoxie stared at the pool of crimson blood on the ground, his mind reeling. He couldn't accept it for a moment. This was the second person to die in front of him since he entered the industry. The first was Lang Feng, who was used as a human bomb by Monk Hua. At this moment, he realized with absolute clarity that human life could be so cheap in the eyes of these people.

Pan Zi frowned and reached out to block Wu Xiaoxie's view, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Hua Heshang.

Wu Xiaoxie took a deep breath, turned her eyes away, and was secretly glad that she was wearing a gas mask and did not smell that nauseating bloody smell that belonged to her kind.

As his dizzy mind gradually cleared, Wu Xiaoxie calmed down and tried to urge the fat man to come down quickly. But the moment he looked up, he saw a white, dead face growing on the fat man's shoulder. His scalp tingled instantly, and he involuntarily took a step back. He pointed behind the fat man, unable to utter a sound.

The fat man was stunned. He was about to ask what the hell was going on, how could the death of one person have such a big impact? Suddenly, he saw Panzi below raise his gun and point it in their direction, the muzzle pointing straight at him. The others also looked like they were facing a major enemy. He suddenly realized that there might be something behind him, so he quickly turned his head to look. His eyes met the white face of the dead man, and he was immediately stunned.

The two stared at each other "affectionately" for a full half minute. Then, the dead man's white face seemed to grow impatient. His entire face turned 180 degrees as if it were a steering wheel. Under the direct white light of the flashlight, the cheeks of the upside-down face were sunken, and there was only a large hole where his nose was. His eye sockets were dark and gloomy, making him look like a skull. In contrast, his eyes reflected the flashlight beam like matte light bulbs, and his mouth protruded outwards, making him look like an owl.

"Night owl?" Pan Zi hesitated, lowering the muzzle of his gun.

But the fat man above suddenly seemed to realize something, frantically gesturing with one hand behind his back, telling Pan Zi to fire his gun quickly, while simultaneously drawing his dagger to fight the thing.

Unexpectedly, the "whoosh" sound of the dagger being pulled out stimulated the thing, and the skeletal bird's face suddenly tilted back, revealing two rows of sinister sharp teeth hidden underneath, and opened its mouth wide to bite at the fat man's head.

"Bang bang," Pan Zi fired two shots, and the thing flew up and disappeared into the darkness.

The two shots not only missed, but also damaged a key point on the crossbeam. Combined with the weight of the fat man, the crossbeam cracked and popped a series of times, and one end even showed signs of breaking and began to tilt. The balance was broken, and the fat man let out a wail as he crashed into the pillar, his buttocks slamming down as he fell backward.

In a split second, the fat man frantically thrashed around and grabbed the clothes of a hanging corpse. He slid down, holding onto one foot, and looked down to see that he was only a little over a meter from the ground. He then let go and jumped down.

Wu Xiaoxie, holding the gun in both hands, rushed forward and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

The fat man patted his butt and said, "It's okay, I'm lucky." Seeing that Wu Xiaoxie was having too much trouble holding the gun, he took it and fired several shots in the direction where the thing had disappeared. The tiles shattered and fell to the ground, but he didn't even see a shadow of the thing.

"What the hell is that thing?" the fat man asked angrily. Pan Zi, also holding his gun alertly, slowly moved closer to the center. Hearing this, he retorted irritably, "You have the nerve to ask? You can't even feel that huge thing on top of you? What are you good for?!"

The fat man was furious and was about to curse back when he turned around and his face immediately turned green. He grabbed Wu Xiaoxie and retreated hastily, pointing his gun at Pan Zi.

Upon seeing their reaction, Panzi immediately swung the butt of his rifle backward with a backhand. With a "bang," he hit something and heard a rustling sound behind him. Once he had gotten away, Panzi immediately retreated at lightning speed and fired a burst of bullets at the thing that had appeared without blinking.

In an instant, most of the thing's body was blasted into pieces, and foul-smelling green liquid splashed everywhere. Its wings were still open when it fell.

Just as Pan Zi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go forward to check, the shattered half of the face suddenly began to wriggle, and a fleshy little thing the size of a fist suddenly spewed out and rushed straight towards Pan Zi's face.

The fat man reacted quickly, shooting the sneaky little thing away.

Shunzi raised Erkang's hand before he could stop her, and immediately sighed with a grim face, "Who fired the gun just now?"

The fat man was puzzled and raised his hand, saying, "So what if it was your fat grandpa who fired the shot?"

Panzi removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a full one. Upon hearing this, he glanced at Shunzi, as if to say, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Wu Xiaoxie looked left and right, "Count me in."

He only fired one shot, but because the old Type 56 was too heavy, it missed the target.

Shunzi exclaimed "Oops!" and slapped his thigh, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Those who fired the shots, stay here. The rest of you, run! Run as far as you can, and whatever you do, don't look back!"

At that moment, they heard a cracking sound coming from the roof tiles above them, as if many things were moving on them, an unimaginable number, and the sound of the tiles cracking gradually increased.

Chen Pi Asi and his companions exchanged glances, then without further hesitation, they tossed their hands and said to Monk Hua and the others, "Let's go!"

The three of them quickly ran out of the front hall.

Wu Xiaoxie and three others were left behind, each with a gun pointed upwards as a precaution.

Wu Xiaoxie swallowed nervously and asked Shunzi, "What's up there? What do we do now? Should we run?"

Shunzi's voice was low and deep. "I don't know."

The fat man rolled his eyes. "Then why the hell did you let them run around like that?"

Shunzi said innocently, "This was not my idea. I was just following your third uncle's instructions to separate you from that old man."

(End of this chapter)