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

Chapter 181 The Same Face
Wu Xiaoxie took the plate from A Ning's hand, pushed it into the video recorder, and was about to press play when A Ning suddenly stopped him.

"I think you should look at this before watching the video." He then handed over a neatly folded piece of paper.

Wu Xiaoxie asked in confusion, "What?"

When he opened it, he found it was a package delivery slip. Upon closer inspection, he realized the name on it was his own, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"What's on it?" Seeing his reaction, the fat man also came over to take a look and asked in surprise, "You sent it?"

"It wasn't me!" Wu Xiaoxie quickly shook his head, denying it. "I didn't send it, it definitely wasn't me who sent it."

Ah Ning nodded, "I know you didn't send it, but the person who sent the package might be related to you."

Wu Xiaoxie felt a little wronged, "Then why did he write my name?"

Ah Ning took the form, folded it, and put it away. "The person who sent the package did this to make sure that this item would reach me."

"What exactly is inside?" The fat man was really curious. He had only heard Wu Xiaoxie and another person mention the video before, but he hadn't had a chance to watch it yet.

Ah Ning gave Wu Xiaoxie a strange look. "It's indescribable. You'll have to see for yourselves."

Wu Xiaoxie glanced at Zhang Wuxun and whispered, "Do you think this could be the sequel?"

Ah Ning suddenly became alert, narrowing her eyes. "What follow-up? Judging from your expressions, you seem to know something."

Zhang Wuxun ignored her and walked over to pat Wu Xiaoxie on the shoulder to comfort her, "Whether it's true or not, we'll only know after we see it."

The fat man, too lazy to listen to their cryptic banter, quickly pressed play.

The video recorder emitted a sound similar to a brush rubbing against paper, and initially the screen displayed a static-like gray-white image.

A few minutes later, the footage appeared, but the location where it was filmed had clearly changed.

The image remained still, occasionally flickering as if it were stuck, giving one a fright.

The fat man quickly lost his temper. "Miss Aning, are you perhaps in such a hurry to see our Tianzhen that you accidentally grabbed the wrong plate?"

Ah Ning ignored him, and as the progress bar gradually advanced, her expression became more serious.

The fat man pursed his lips, finding it boring. He scratched and fidgeted, as if there were thorns growing under his butt, making it impossible for him to sit still.

So he got up, went outside, got a pot of tea, turned over the teacups on the small table, and poured a cup for Wu Xiaoxie and Zhang Wuxun respectively.

Just as he was about to mercifully pour a cup for Aning as well, the table suddenly trembled violently, and the small porcelain cup, which was not yet full of water, was shaken and jumped up.

The fat man was startled and quickly asked what was wrong.

Wu Xiaoxie's arm was on the table when the sudden appearance of the shadow made his hand tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Wuxun gestured for silence and pointed to the television, signaling the fat man to be quiet.

On the screen, in the shadows of the corner of the room, a swaying gray shadow, as if drunk, walks extremely slowly.

As it moved to the center of the image, the light from the window shone in, turning the shadow white. It looked like a humanoid creature, wrapped in a rough hospital gown like a shroud, slowly wriggling on the ground.

The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes, until the thing that looked like a person crawled out of the frame, and the group of people quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because her messy hair was hanging down and obscuring her face, it was impossible to tell if this person was Huo Ling, or even if she was male or female. Wu Xiaoxie guessed that if it really was Huo Ling, then after she finished combing her hair, she had been secretly imprisoned in another place and subjected to some kind of inhuman abuse or torture, making her unable to even walk?
A series of questions arose in my mind, but none of them had an answer.

What followed was another long wait.

Ah Ning rewound the tape and watched it again together.

He asked Wu Xiaoxie, "Did you notice anything?"

There was a hint of eagerness and anticipation in her eyes, but Wu Xiaoxie shook his head blankly.

A-Ning was a little disappointed. She took the tape out and replaced it with another one, giving Wu Xiaoxie a heads-up beforehand, "Be prepared, what you're about to see might be... well... a little hard to accept."

The fat man squinted. "What, you look down on me? Our Comrade Wu has stepped over snow-capped mountains and conquered raging seas. He's kicked rice dumplings and tore apart forbidden women with his bare hands. He's a real man who's seen it all. His reputation as the Third Master of the underworld is well-known, isn't it, Muyu?"

Zhang Wuxun nodded. "That's right."

The fat man glanced at Ah Ning smugly.

Ah Ning rolled her eyes, pushed the tape in, and clicked play.

Wu Xiaoxie was speechless. "Alright, you two, stop bragging and watch the video carefully."

The footage was constantly shaking, as if someone was adjusting the camera's position.

A few minutes later, the camera stabilized, and then a disheveled face appeared from below. It was too close, and the features were out of focus and not very clear, but it was certain that this person was not Huo Ling.

Wu Xiaoxie breathed a slight sigh of relief. If Huo Ling really turned out like this, then Chen Wenjin and the others probably wouldn't be much better off. If Uncle San found out, he would be devastated.

Whenever he gets nervous, his thoughts tend to wander off into completely random places.

I shook my head to focus, then fixed my eyes on the screen again.

The image flickered again, and the person's face seemed to teleport, suddenly appearing in the center of the room, and the view became clear.

The fat man suddenly yelled and jumped up from his chair. He looked at the screen, then at Wu Xiaoxie's face, with a look of utter disbelief.

At this moment, Wu Xiaoxie had no time to care about anything else. After seeing that face clearly, he felt as if he had been nailed to the spot with a nail made of nine feet of ice. He felt cold all over, his brain froze, and he couldn't move. He even forgot to breathe.

"Innocent!"

"Wu Xie! That's not you! Listen to me, close your eyes, don't think about anything, take a deep breath, relax, relax." Zhang Wuxun noticed Wu Xiaoxie's abnormality immediately and reacted quickly, pinching his philtrum and patting his back to help him catch his breath.

At this moment, Wu Xiaoxie's mind was completely frozen. His body subconsciously followed the instructions, and gradually, his pale and bluish face eased, and his lips regained some color.

The fat man quickly handed over a cup of warm tea, which Zhang Wuxun took and fed to Xiaoxin.

Wu Xiaoxie coughed twice, his body still trembling slightly from the stress, and he had no strength at all. As soon as he let go, he slid down the chair.

Zhang Wuxun could only lift him up and have the fat man hold his shoulders to stabilize him, waiting for him to recover on his own.

A Ning stood to the side, completely at a loss, clearly not expecting Wu Xiaoxie to have such a strong reaction.

(End of this chapter)