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

Chapter 167 Entering the Bronze Gate
Wu Xiaoxie concluded that the one who sucked Zhang Wuxun's blood was most likely the newly born Wan Nu King.

The fat man thought what he said made a lot of sense. "Who cares what kind of bullshit king he is? No matter how powerful he is, he's just a big bug. If we can kill one old one, we can kill the next young one. Anyone who dares to harm my brothers, I'll blow them to bits with explosives."

He immediately stood up and ran out of the crevice, leaving behind the words, "There might still be detonators in the backpacks that A Ning's men left behind when they escaped. You stay here and take care of Mu Yu. I'm going to find the detonators."

“Okay.” Wu Xiaoxie nodded and began to treat the injuries Zhang Wuxun had sustained while fighting the monkey in his mouth. He wanted to stop the bleeding as much as possible, even though Zhang Wuxun looked like a draining vegetable basket.

Wu Xiaoxie lowered his head and suddenly smelled a strange odor. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it was just very odd.

Wu Xiaoxie tied the bandage in his hand, looked up to wipe his sweat, and suddenly realized that the mist around him had gradually changed color.

The originally thick, white fog turned into a thin, light blue mist, like clouds and smoke, swirling and hazy, and soon engulfed Wu Xiaoxie's head.

Just then, a black shadow broke through the fog and quickly approached. Wu Xiaoxie was startled and had just picked up his knife when he heard Fatty's voice.

"There are so many people outside." The fat man was panting, still clutching a handful of detonators in his hand.

People? Could it be that Pan Zi saw that the three of them hadn't arrived to meet up yet, so he brought people to rescue them?

Wu Xiaoxie had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed the fat man and asked, "How many people are there? Who are they? Is it Pan Zi and his group?"

The fat man shook his head, his face pale. "I don't know, but it's definitely not Lao Pan and his group. All I saw were many black shadows in the distance, floating around, very tall, and approaching us."

Wu Xiaoxie frowned, helped the fat man to his feet, and said, "I'll go out and take a look."

The two had barely walked out of the crevice when they discovered that the flashlight beam was completely useless. Wu Xiaoxie could only follow the fat man forward, limping along, relying on his memory.

Wu Xiaoxie accidentally stepped on a loose pebble, causing him to stumble and fall, pulling the fat man down with him.

Just as the fat man was about to speak, Wu Xiaoxie suddenly covered his mouth, "Shh, don't talk, listen."

The fat man was taken aback, then quickly pricked up his ears, held his breath, and listened carefully.

From within the misty blue fog, a series of stag horn sounds came from one end of the rift valley, melodious and resonant, echoing several times as they approached.

At a glance, countless dark shadows were lined up in a long procession, following the sound of stag horns, like an ancient army marching into battle, leisurely walking towards the two from the end of the ravine.

The fat man shuddered, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and immediately dragged Wu Xiaoxie back quickly, hiding behind a rock.

"The ghost soldiers are passing by." The fat man whispered in Wu Xiaoxie's ear, "Hold your breath and don't make a sound. They should just be passing by."

Wu Xiaoxie nodded quickly to indicate that he understood, ignoring the pain in his calf in such a tense atmosphere.

The two followed the ghostly procession from afar to near and then back to afar, until the long-faced, eerie soldiers with their greenish complexions, along with their chariots and horses, passed right in front of them, heading straight for the crack in the bronze door.

Just as Wu Xiaoxie was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard the fat man gasp in his ear.

The fat man pointed to the infantry ranks within the ghostly army.

Wu Xiaoxie looked closely and was so shocked he almost jumped up.

Brother!

The person wearing tattered armor, mingling among the infantry and slowly moving towards the bronze gate, was actually Xiao Ge!

Among those elongated, donkey-faced, uniquely ugly ghost soldiers, the young man's unparalleled beauty instantly stood out. Wait, that's not the point.

Why was the young man among those ghostly soldiers? Could it be that after he disappeared in the Spirit Palace, he separated from the group, accidentally fell victim to a spell, and died, and then his soul was taken away by these ghostly soldiers?

Something that can subdue this guy must be incredibly powerful.

Bah, no, no, the young man's complexion is still normal, and his walking posture is different from those stiff ghost soldiers. He is still alive.

So, does he want to beat someone up?
Wu Xiaoxie suddenly noticed that the young man was holding up a seal in his right hand—it was the Ghost Seal!
This guy actually tried to sneak into the Bronze Gate by blending in with the ghost soldiers!

WTF!!!

Is he crazy?
Wu Xiaoxie instinctively wanted to get up to stop him, and was about to call out to him when the fat man next to him quickly shoved his hand into Wu Xiaoxie's mouth.

"Little..."

A strong smell of blood assaulted Wu Xiaoxie's nostrils, making him feel nauseous.

Just before entering the bronze gate, the young man in the ghostly army seemed to sense something, turned his head to look at Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty, gave them a slight smile, and pointed in a certain direction with his left index finger.

Just before turning around, his lips moved, and judging from the shape of his mouth, it seemed to be saying, "Goodbye."

Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty stood frozen behind the rock, watching helplessly as Xiao Ge's figure disappeared into the faint blue light.

The ground shook violently, and the gap between the two bronze doors closed instantly, so fast that no one could react.

Wu Xiaoxie collapsed to the ground, the scene from just moments ago replaying in his mind like a movie, flashing through his mind frame by frame, then turning into snowflake fragments that pierced the depths of his brain. He instinctively closed his eyes, but his body couldn't support him and began to fall backward.

The fat man was terrified when he saw this scene as soon as he came to his senses.

One of them has already fallen; if another one falls, how will Fatty survive?

He hurriedly supported Wu Xiaoxie's back, slapped Wu Xiaoxie's face repeatedly, and pinched his philtrum. "Tianzhen, Tianzhen, you absolutely can't get hurt! If something happens to you, Muyu will definitely beat me up! Wake up, wake up!"

"Don't pinch me, don't pinch me." Wu Xiaoxie quickly opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw all her chaotic thoughts to the back of her mind.

The surrounding blue mist gradually dissipated, and sporadic bird calls could be heard from the far end of the rift valley.

The fat man's expression changed drastically. He grabbed Wu Xiaoxie and dragged him toward the crevice. "Hurry, those strange birds are flying back!"

Wu Xiaoxie patted Fatty's arm and pointed in one direction, "I can't walk anymore, quickly bring out the wooden fish, let's run that way."

"Are you sure?" the fat man asked.

“I’m sure.” Wu Xiaoxie urged him, “That direction was pointed out by Brother Xiao before he came in, so it can’t be wrong. We don’t have much time left.”

"it is good."

The fat man responded and quickly ran into the crevice, carrying the still unconscious Zhang Wuxun out on his back.

The two supported each other and stumbled as they ran toward the other side of the ravine.

(End of this chapter)