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

Chapter 150 Millennium Cellar Wine
Pan Zi glanced at it and shook his head, laughing, "I've been with Third Master for ten years, and I've visited no fewer than fifty graves, including some large ones. I've never seen him leave any secret codes, and Third Master can't even recognize all the numbers. This definitely wasn't left by Third Master."

Fatty patted Wu Xiaoxie and said impatiently, "Who cares who left it? As long as the way is right, that's all that matters. If we dawdle any longer, the people inside will have finished their business and come out. We can't just go and try to take it from them, can we?"

Zhang Wuxun nodded, "Fatty is right. There are a few more marks like this, and we haven't found any danger. Let's hurry up and go in."

The fat man was faster than a rabbit; he darted into the hole in a flash.

But after taking only two steps, he realized that his size made it difficult to move around inside while holding a gun, so he had no choice but to reluctantly crawl out again.

Zhang Wuxun laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Looks like our Fatty can't do this pioneering job."

He then crouched down and crawled into the hole.

The fat man snorted defiantly, "Once we find the treasure, I'll show you what the legendary agile tomb raider, the Fat Prince, is all about."

"Oh dear, I almost forgot." Shunzi suddenly remembered something and leaned over to remind Zhang Wuxun, who had already crawled some distance into the cave, "Boss Yu, you'd better put on your hat, and the other bosses should too. It's best to plug your ears. When you're drilling in Changbai Mountain, you have to be careful of snow worms. Right now, their skulls aren't hardened yet, so they can only burrow into your ears. But once their shells harden in the summer, they can burrow directly into your flesh, leaving only two antennae behind. They can be easily broken off, and the whole worm will be encased in the flesh. You'll need to use a knife to cut open the wound to get it out. Oh, right, these things can also burrow into other places. They can get into any crack or crevice, so you have to be careful when you sit down."

The fat man was disgusted by what he heard and subconsciously tightened his belt, saying with disgust, "Do insects have this kind of hobby now? They actually crawl into people's anuses, that's so damn perverted."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuxun quickly put on his hood. Although the snowflakes were unlikely to crawl onto him on their own, it would still be quite unpleasant if they actually fell on him.

No one would think Shunzi was exaggerating. After all, the sight of hundreds of millions of centipedes swarming towards them was truly terrifying. Who knew if those things could actually crawl into your anus and still come out? What if they crawled out of your intestines and bit your internal organs? It was horrifying.

Wu Xiaoxie and his group, fully armed, with their ears plugged and hoods up, followed Zhang Wuxun, climbing into the cave one by one.

The further you go into the tunnel, the more traces of human activity you see. The footprints are messy, and there are occasional scratch marks on the stone walls on both sides.

After advancing for a while, some strange branching holes appeared on the top of the tunnel, shaped like the number 9. There was one every ten meters. These branching holes were very similar to the holes above the pile of corpses that Wu Xiaoxie and his group had passed through before entering the Seven Star Lu Palace. The old boatman who had tricked them had hidden inside the hole and went straight up to the place where the hole turned into a figure 9.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the tunnel gradually widened, and finally, the exit came into view.

There was a very deep canal at the exit, with a small stone bridge over it. After crossing it, the group continued forward along the direction of the water flow, and a square opening appeared on the stone wall of the riverbank.

Zhang Wuxun jumped in and set off a few cold fireworks, then called everyone down.

This was a small tomb chamber built of black rock, barely big enough for a person to stand upright. Along the wall opposite the entrance, neatly stacked were many earthenware jars, each one full. One wonders if the "dead monkey wine" inside was for the King of Ten Thousand Slaves; damn, what a gruesome taste. The fat man, curious about what was inside the jars, muttered as he pried open the seal with his dagger, "Sealed so tightly, maybe there's something good inside."

Zhang Wuxun was about to reach out to stop him when he cried out, "Hey, wait!"

The fat man had already pried it open, and immediately, a very unique and refreshing fragrance wafted out.

The fat man dipped his dagger in and looked at Zhang Wuxun. "What, you want some too? Let me taste it first. If it's good, I'll fill a few more jugs for us."

Zhang Wuxun waved his hand weakly, "Please go ahead, I'm not worthy of this."

Wu Xiaoxie caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and immediately grinned mischievously, then playfully urged the fat man, "Try it! It's said that the better the wine, the deeper it's buried and the longer it's been stored. This wine has been buried for a thousand years, so it's definitely a rare find."

Hearing this, the fat man hesitated. "There's no expiration date written on this wine vat. If it expires and goes bad, getting an upset stomach or diarrhea is a minor issue, but what if it causes food poisoning?"

While the two were still arguing, Panzi kicked over the opened wine jar. The crudely made jar shattered into several pieces the moment it hit the ground, spilling the dark, murky wine lees and dark brown wine all over the floor. Instantly, a rich, strange aroma of wine filled the entire tomb chamber.

Before the fat man could jump away, both of his shoes were splattered with the sticky slurry from the bottom of the jar. Just as he was about to get angry, Zhang Wuxun grabbed him and pointed to something curled up in the bottom of the jar, which was split in two, and said, "Take a closer look at what that is."

The fat man took one look and immediately exclaimed, "What the hell? There are human bones soaking in this wine!"

The corpse was visible amidst the muddy wine vat; the flesh had almost completely dissolved, leaving only wrinkled skin covering the spiky bones.

The fat man looked ashen, as if he had eaten shit. Wu Xiaoxie was also about to vomit. The reason he had encouraged the fat man to try it was because he saw a small, incomplete mummified corpse next to a broken wine jar on the other side. It was tiny, with fine bones, and at first glance, he thought it was the bones of some kind of bird. But who knew it was just a corpse preserved in water?

Seeing their unpleasant expressions, Zhang Wuxun laughed unkindly. He even took the fat man's dagger, squatted down, and picked up the lump for them to examine closely. "Although the material is a bit questionable, the wine is good. I've heard that this kind of wine is very nourishing and has excellent aphrodisiac effects. Don't be shy, enjoy it to your heart's content, cherish this opportunity, or you'll miss out on it."

The fat man's face turned green.

Pan Zi laughed and said, "Stop teasing them. Little Third Master is almost crying. This kind of wine is called 'Monkey Head Wine.' It doesn't contain any dead babies, but rather premature monkeys. It's wine from Guangxi. It might be a cellar wine that was presented as tribute by the Southern Song Dynasty when the Jurchen Jin Dynasty was at its peak."

Upon hearing Panzi say that the wine contained not a baby, the two men's expressions softened.

(End of this chapter)