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

Chapter 168 Escaping Danger
Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty supported each other and stumbled as they ran towards the other side of the rift valley.

Because of his leg injury, Wu Xiaoxie fell down several times and couldn't get up. Fatty had to carry Zhang Wuxun on his back and drag Wu Xiaoxie along with him.

The wounds on my body had become so numb that I could no longer feel the pain. I was sustained only by my survival instinct and willpower, and I kept moving forward, and forward again, until finally I was almost just inching forward.

The two climbed over a boulder that looked like a small mountain. As they went downhill, the fat man finally couldn't hold on any longer, his legs buckled, and he fell forward.

With an instinctive tug, Wu Xiaoxie rolled down the slope, along with Zhang Wuxun on his back. The three of them tumbled down the slope in one go.

The fat man's head hit a piece of loose gravel, making him dizzy for a few seconds. He lay on the ground for a while to catch his breath, then struggled to his feet, shook his head to clear his head.

"Tianzhen, don't fall asleep, we'll be able to escape soon." The fat man patted Wu Xiaoxie, who was slumped to the side.

Wu Xiaoxie moved slightly, aggravating the wound on his back, and immediately cried out in pain. His injured leg was so cold from blood loss that he had lost all feeling in it.

Wu Xiaoxie gasped for breath and asked in a daze, "Are we still alive?"

A wave of dizziness made him momentarily disoriented, unsure of what day it was.

The fat man gave a bitter laugh, "Being alive is no different from being dead."

Wu Xiaoxie struggled to his feet and looked at the fat man's back. "Where's Muyu? How is he?"

The fat man was stunned. He subconsciously reached up to his back, only to find it empty. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "Oh no, I've smashed the wooden fish!"

Wu Xiaoxie panicked upon hearing this, "Where's the flashlight? Where did you drop the flashlight?"

There was a faint white light in the darkness not far ahead.

"over there!"

The fat man got up and helped Wu Xiaoxie up. The two of them scrambled over to the white light and realized that it wasn't a flashlight, but a headlamp. It probably fell out of Zhang Wuxun's pocket and must have bumped the switch to turn it on.

Wu Xiaoxie picked up his headlamp and shone it around, seeing bloodstains on the ground that stretched all the way to the three-way intersection ahead.

"Found it!" Wu Xiaoxie exclaimed in surprise.

The two quickly went over, turned Zhang Wuxun over who was lying on the ground, checked his heartbeat, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, he's still breathing."

Wu Xiaoxie casually tested the temperature of his forehead and was surprised, "Huh? It doesn't seem as hot as before."

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled open Zhang Wuxun's clothes, lifting the corner of the bandage to take a look. She saw that the black Qilin tattoo on the left side, which had been burned by the high temperature, was much lighter than before.

However, the crimson tattoo on his right chest remained as prominent as ever, showing no sign of quieting down.

Fortunately, perhaps because he was now far from the bronze gate, the bleeding from Zhang Wuxun's pores disappeared.

The fat man muttered in bewilderment, "Could it be that the broken bronze door clashes with the wooden fish's horoscope? Will something bad happen to that young man if he goes into that eerie place?"

Wu Xiaoxie shook his head, uncertainly saying, "Since Brother Xiao entered the Bronze Gate voluntarily, perhaps, maybe, he shouldn't be in any trouble."

The fat man nodded. "You're right. Silent One is a very cautious person. He won't do anything he's not sure of. Let's hurry up and take Wooden Fish out of here. It's not necessarily safe here. Who knows if those dead birds will relentlessly chase after us?"

Wu Xiaoxie nodded, helped Zhang Wuxun onto the fat man's back, and shone his headlamp on the three-pronged fissure ahead. The two looked at each other, both dumbfounded. "Which way?" the fat man asked softly.

Wu Xiaoxie narrowed his eyes, took two steps forward, and waved his miner's lamp at the left side of the crack, saying, "Your eyesight is better than mine. Look over there, isn't there something carved there?"

The fat man squinted and immediately cursed, "I can tell at a glance that this ugly arrow was carved by that old Pan guy. It's joined to the gap on the side. I almost didn't see it. Damn it, he didn't even know how to make it look nice."

"It's good enough that we have it." Wu Xiaoxie put Zhang Wuxun's limp arm on his neck and let him wrap it around the fat man's neck. "Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

The fat man hoisted Zhang Wuxun onto his back, stared at the dark crack ahead, and gritted his teeth, "Let's go."

The two entered the narrow crevice, with Wu Xiaoxie walking ahead, holding onto the stone wall and carrying a lamp to light the way.

After walking for about ten meters, I suddenly noticed a white light flickering in front of me. I paused, and as I hesitated, I heard a familiar voice coming from that direction.

Wu Xiaoxie whispered to the fat man, "It sounds like Pan Zi's voice."

The fat man immediately became excited and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Old Pan! Is that you guys?"

The light and shadows there paused for a moment, then quickly moved over.

"Young Master San!"

Hear his voice before he sees him.

Panzi, accompanied by several foreigners carrying loads of bullets, almost burst into tears of joy upon seeing Little Third Master standing safely before him.

Fatty exclaimed excitedly, wanting to give Panzi a hug. "You guys are finally here! Quick, Lao Pan, take Muyu over. Is Aning's team doctor still alive? Muyu is dying."

Pan Zi was shocked. When he saw Zhang Wuxun covered in blood, he was so anxious that he couldn't care about anything else. He quickly took Zhang Wuxun, carried him on his back, and ran back the way they came. "Come with me quickly."

Fatty and Wu Xiaoxie were also carried away by the foreigners who came to meet them.

When they arrived at their destination, the burly foreigner who had been carrying the fat man, looking like a brown bear, was also exhausted.

Ah Ning's arm was in a sling with a triangular bandage. She was a little surprised to see that Wu Xiaoxie and the other two had returned alive, but she didn't say anything. She immediately called the team doctor over to treat the three of them.

Actually, among the three, Zhang Wuxun had the lightest injuries, but he also lost the most blood.

When the team doctor saw Zhang Wuxun's clothes soaked in blood, he called out to God and began to make the sign of the cross in prayer. He said that with such severe blood loss, without transfusion equipment and blood sources, even if he was temporarily saved, he would eventually die from lack of blood.

Upon hearing this, the fat man cursed, "Bullshit! We at Muyu are doing just fine. If you keep spouting nonsense, believe me, I'll shoot you dead."

The team doctor was unconvinced, but his Chinese wasn't great. He could manage daily communication, but when it came to arguing, a hundred of him couldn't compare to a fat guy at full power. He almost got verbally abused into despair by the fat guy.

Wu Xiaoxie and Pan Zi quickly tried to break up the fight.

Pan Zi stopped the furious fat man, and Wu Xiaoxie quickly explained to the team doctor, "My brother has a bad temper, please bear with him. Please treat Muyu. The blood on his body is from fighting with those strange birds. Actually, he doesn't have many wounds. Really, he just has a fever."

(End of this chapter)