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

Chapter 171 Records of the Heavenly Palace
After another two tedious days of waiting, on the seventh day, some movement finally came from the other side of the rift valley.

Zhang Wuxun's spirits lifted. He took out the G36 fully automatic rifle, magazine, detonators, and flares that he had materialized from system rewards a long time ago, armed himself, and headed towards the rift valley.

Quietly approaching the other side, then pressed myself against the stone wall to disguise myself, lowering my breathing rate to a minimum and gradually slowing my pulse.

The human-faced birds did indeed make a move, but they hadn't fully taken off yet. The three largest ones, which seemed to be the leader's family, circled overhead as if they were patrolling their territory.

Having night vision here is like having a super buff; Zhang Wuxun can easily see their movements while ensuring he remains undetected.

With the enemy in the open and him in the dark, Zhang Wuxun really didn't want to take action unless absolutely necessary. These damned human-faced birds were just too troublesome. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, he couldn't withstand a group attack and a deadly sneak attack.

After standing frozen against the stone wall for nearly an hour, the flock of human-faced birds, led by their leader, finally flapped their wings and flew one after another across the low sky before heading into the darkness above the rift valley.

In no time, the empty space became completely silent.

Zhang Wuxun was still afraid that these creatures with low intelligence were actually very clever and might suddenly launch a surprise attack on him.

After waiting quietly for a while, Zhang Wuxun did not sense any danger and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He swiftly slipped into the double-mouthed crevice, and upon looking inside, he was immediately delighted to find the knife still there. However, what Zhang Wuxun found particularly distasteful was that the blade and hilt were covered in several clumps of bird droppings left by that damned human-faced bird.

Help! My knife is dirty.

He was practically in tears; he should have just put the knife into his spatial storage back then.

Zhang Wuxun hesitated for a moment, but finally resigned himself to his fate. He pinched his nose, put on gloves, cleaned up the bird droppings, disinfected them briefly, wrapped them with bandages, and threw them into his spatial storage.

Time was tight, so this was the only way he could handle it for now. He would definitely have it thoroughly disinfected after he got out.

With these words in mind, Zhang Wuxun jumped onto the bronze chains and climbed up the cliff as fast as he could to leave, without daring to look back at the tightly closed bronze door.

They arrived at the treasure room without incident. The black imp's corpse was still on the ground, but now it had turned into a semi-dried corpse cake, and the stench emanating from it was unbearable.

Zhang Wuxun quickly put the sacks piled on the ground into his spatial storage. He squatted down on the pile of goldware, picked out the good pieces and threw them all into his space. Finally, he had a change of heart and kept a small amount for himself before immediately returning the way he came.

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Beside the hot spring.

The fat man used chopsticks to stir the dough in the small iron basin, sprinkled on the seasonings, and when it was almost cooked, he scooped out two bowls and divided the remaining soup.

"Fat Master's Braised Beef Noodles are ready! Tianzhen, stop looking, or you'll turn into a fish-gazing stone. Come and eat them while they're hot."

The fat man picked up his bowl and beckoned to Wu Xiaoxie, who was sitting next to the crevice in the rock.

Undeterred, Wu Xiaoxie shone his flashlight into the crevice, but still couldn't find a soul.

Sitting back down next to Fatty, Wu Xiaoxie sighed heavily. "It's been seven days already, and Muyu still hasn't come out." Fatty was tired of hearing him sigh these past few days, and having no better ideas, he could only keep comforting him, which was also a way of comforting himself. "Come on, stop worrying. Look at how furrowed your brow, you're almost like an old man. Since Muyu knew to leave food for us, it means he was conscious when he left, and he wasn't seriously injured. With his abnormal physique, he'll definitely be full of energy when he wakes up. Maybe he'll go in and get the treasures we put in the vault. Just relax."

Fatty had said this countless times in the past few days, repeating it over and over again. Wu Xiaoxie understood that what he said made sense, but she couldn't help but worry.

Wu Xiaoxie looked worried and said irritably, "You make it sound so easy. You've seen the strange things that happen when Muyu is near the bronze gate. Last time he fainted, the two of us were able to bring him out. This time he's going in alone. What if something happens to him again and he loses consciousness? Then in the eyes of those human-faced birds, he'll just be a piece of dessert that's barely enough to fill their teeth."

The fat man slurped up a big mouthful of noodles, then sighed, "The way you're talking, it's like Muyu isn't my brother. Alright, stop nagging. After we finish eating, let's take the guns and go in to check things out, just in case. Let's bring all the bullets that Aning and the others left behind."

Wu Xiaoxie sighed, "This is the only way."

After the two finished eating, they put on their equipment and were about to crawl into the crevice when a figure suddenly emerged from inside.

"Wooden fish!"

Upon seeing the figure's face, Wu Xiaoxie and his companion were first stunned, then overjoyed, and then enraged.

Wu Xiaoxie cursed, "You son of a bitch, why didn't you tell us when you left? Are you even a brother anymore?"

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he was still injured, he would have really wanted to give this son of a bitch such a bastard punch that he wouldn't even recognize him.

The fat man chimed in with a strange tone, "Hey, isn't this Zhang Wuxun, the hero who travels a thousand miles alone and leaves no trace? What's wrong? You've had your fill of wandering around outside and now you know you're back? Why don't you just stay here? How impressive would that be? Every ten days or so, you can come out and visit me and Xiao Tianzhen. Then we'll write a biography for you called 'The Savage Chronicles of the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds.' What do you think?"

The two launched into a tirade like firecrackers, their spittle flying everywhere. Zhang Wuxun could only surrender, smiling apologetically on the sidelines, waiting for them to calm down before discussing the gold jewelry.

The two fat men blocked Zhang Wuxun in the middle, exchanging glances and making comments. Zhang Wuxun felt that if he continued, his ancestors for thirty-six generations would be called out by these two nagging men, so he quickly raised his hand to stop talking.

"Calm down, calm down, you two listen to me first."

Wu Xiaoxie and his companion stared at Zhang Wuxun with dangerous glints in their eyes, as if to say, "If you can't give us a straight answer today, we'll resort to coercion and bribery."

Zhang Wuxun quickly explained the whole story, and added, "This time I almost emptied the Wan Nu King's private treasury."

"Really?" The fat man immediately grinned. "Damn it, that was well done."

The fat man wanted to say a few more words of praise, but Wu Xiaoxie glared at him, and he immediately straightened his face. His speed in changing his expression was textbook-level.

Zhang Wuxun repeatedly assured that he would leave a message explaining where he would go next time, and Wu Xiaoxie, who had transformed into a mother hen, finally relented, saying, "This is the last time."

Huh? I think he said that before, but it was useless when it really mattered. Some people just kept acting recklessly.

This is a transitional chapter, so it's somewhat bland.

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