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

Chapter 169 Overlapping Realities
Wu Xiaoxie quickly explained to the team doctor, "The blood on Muyu's body came from fighting with those strange birds. It just looks scary. Actually, he doesn't have many wounds. Really, he just has a slight fever."

The team doctor was skeptical and snorted, but considering Wu Xiaoxie's sincere attitude, he still pulled open Zhang Wuxun's clothes, removed the bandages, and planned to do his part to save him.

The investigation revealed that, apart from the bite wound on his shoulder, Zhang Wuxun only had some deep claw marks on his abdomen and arms. There was no infection. After cleaning and suturing the wounds, he was given a tetanus shot, an anti-inflammatory injection, and antibiotics, and that was the end of the treatment.

The fat man's injuries were easy to treat; they were all superficial wounds.

Wu Xiaoxie fared the worst. Due to the close proximity, the bullet passed right through his calf, causing a penetrating wound. Fortunately, it did not damage any bones or tendons. During the wound cleaning process, Wu Xiaoxie was so exhausted that he fainted and didn't even receive anesthesia.

Everything is settled.

Pan Zi put Zhang Wuxun and the other two into sleeping bags and became Wu Sansheng's neighbor.

Wu Sansheng's fever had subsided, but for some reason he was still not fully awake. Occasionally, he would squint and ask for water, and after Panzi carefully fed him water, he would drift off to sleep again.

Pan Zi sat quietly beside the four of them.

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The moment the bronze door opened, the ground trembled violently.

Zhang Wuxun staggered, and just as he regained his balance by leaning against the stone wall, a muffled thunderous bell suddenly rang in his ears, making him dizzy and causing him to fall to the ground.

When he came to his senses, he found himself on a vast, white snow-covered mountain, surrounded by emptiness and loneliness, with only him standing on the mountain peak.

This scene... seems so familiar.

Zhang Wuxun frowned, suddenly recalling how Lao Yang had somehow pulled his consciousness into an illusion on the Qinling plank road.

That's what he saw at the time, and he almost suffocated in the snow.

So what's going on now?

Zhang Wuxun knew that everything in front of him was unreal, but this time in the illusion, he felt real.

He felt cold; the wind was particularly strong, making him unsteady on his feet.

Suddenly, a thick white mist rose from the snow-covered mountains, enveloping all the surrounding peaks.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—

The clear, melodious sound of bells was carried to his ears by the wind.

Zhang Wuxun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a hazy, gray thing approaching him in the mist. Just as he was about to take a closer look, it suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Wuxun subconsciously reached his left hand behind his back to draw his sword, only to find that there was nothing there.

A chill ran down my spine; I had a very bad feeling and instinctively looked down at the ground.

Sure enough, his body turned back into that of a child.

The same thing happened in the Qinling Mountains last time. I inexplicably turned into a child and, under the system's guidance, participated in a bizarre sacrificial ceremony.

The most crucial and infuriating thing is that the sacrifice was himself!

"grass!"

Zhang Wuxun felt an unusual surge of anger.

Damn it, this is never going to end.

"System!" Zhang Wuxun shouted in his mind, "You damn system, get the hell out here, stop pretending to be dead!"

"Was this your doing again? Speak up!"

After cursing for a long time, the system remained silent, as if it were dead.

Zhang Wuxun was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it, making him extremely frustrated.

A cold wind, carrying snowflakes, whistled against his face, making Zhang Wuxun shiver. The child's body was only wearing a padded jacket, offering little protection against the cold.

Zhang Wuxun rubbed his hands together and bounced around in place, trying to avoid freezing. In this icy, snowy place, there was no direction at all.

The sound of the bells was carried by the wind, drifting and wavy, making it impossible to pinpoint its direction.

Just when he was at his wit's end, that hazy gray shadow reappeared, and it was only a few dozen meters in front of him.

Zhang Wuxun was startled. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it seemed to be a person carrying something that could emit light, probably a lantern.

As darkness fell, the surrounding scenery was completely engulfed by thick fog.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—

The sound of the bells grew closer and closer, but why did the wind suddenly stop?

Suddenly, a warm sensation spread through Zhang Wuxun's body. Before he could react, a woman's voice came from above.

Although the accent was strange, it was surprisingly pleasant to listen to.

He was certain he had never heard this language before, but somehow it felt strangely familiar.

"Aci"

He only caught those two words, which seemed to be addressed to the owner of this body.

Zhang Wuxun subconsciously turned around, tilted his head back, and tried to see the speaker's face clearly.

But the person's face was hidden in the mist, and even with Zhang Wuxun's eyes wide open, he still couldn't see it clearly.

All that could be seen was that the person was wearing a thick white robe, was very tall, and had a thick cloak draped over his back. At his feet was an octagonal lantern with a lit candle.

The man reached out and pulled the cloak that had just been draped over Zhang Wuxun closer, patted Zhang Wuxun's head, put the hood on him, then took his right hand, whispered something, and led him in one direction.

Zhang Wuxun paused, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. Who was this person? And who was this "Aci" she was referring to?

Judging from her demeanor and tone, the original owner of the body seemed to have a close relationship with her. However, Zhang Wuxun's right eyelid had been twitching ever since she appeared, making him wonder if his facial nerves were twitching from the freezing weather.

Zhang Wuxun covered his eyes with his left hand and, caught off guard, was pulled and stumbled.

The snow beneath their feet was so thick that their small bodies were buried face down in it.

The icy touch made him shudder. He struggled to brush the snow away from his face and get up. Looking around, he saw no one in white robes, and even the sound of bells was gone.

He, on the other hand, was completely buried in the swirling snowflakes, with only his round head sticking out, which looked rather comical.

What the hell is going on?

Zhang Wuxun hurriedly pulled his hands out of the snow, brushed away the snow in front of him, and freed himself.

Fortunately, the snow was still fluffy and not solid, otherwise, with his small body, he would have really just been waiting to die on the spot.

What should we do now?
Zhang Wuxun hugged himself tightly, shivering, and sniffed. Suddenly, he smelled a sulfurous odor.

There are volcanic hot springs nearby!

Zhang Wuxun's eyes lit up, and he instantly felt hopeful to live.

He stumbled through the snow, his steps uneven, heading towards the source of the sulfurous smell.

Upon reaching a crack in the rock, the smell of sulfur grew stronger.

Looking up, Zhang Wuxun thought, "Why does this place look so familiar?" Upon closer inspection, his dazed mind instantly cleared.

Isn't this the crack leading to the hot spring that they found behind that black, coiled dragon-shaped sealing stone after entering the snow mountain?

(End of this chapter)