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

Chapter 218 The White Molt of the Ghost Moth
Zhang Wuxun took a couple of steps and suddenly kicked a can of food. Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this the canned food sponsored by our own system?!"

So, Wu Xiaoxie and the others are in this vicinity?

Zhang Wuxun untied the rope from the stone at the bottom of the water and turned it over to look. He found a messy little turtle on the bottom.

"Damn." Zhang Wuxun laughed as soon as he saw it. This mark must have been left by Fatty. This guy even leaves such a unique mark. Amazing.

The further in you go, the shallower the water becomes, and there's hardly any silt left at the bottom; instead, there are more and more scattered pebbles.

A steep slope appeared ahead, and the water flow here could be described as turbulent; one slip and you could be swept away.

Zhang Wuxun steadied himself and carefully crossed the area. Following the water flow past a thick ancient tree, he was immediately confronted by a strange-faced stone statue the size of a truck cab not far away. It was very similar to the human-faced bird statues at the mouth of the canyon, and it was covered with the mottled marks of time.

Perhaps the grayish-white moths that had been scared away by Wu Xiaoxie and the others had returned. When Zhang Wuxun passed by the stone statue, he deliberately turned around and glanced at it. The strange and ferocious face was staring straight at him with a sinister and resentful expression, as if it were intimidating, threatening, or intimidating him.

Zhang Wuxun narrowed his eyes and muttered, "What the hell are you looking at? I don't owe you any money."

As he spoke, he threw the can in his hand at the person in question. After a few seconds, his previously expressionless face suddenly began to move slowly.

Like a giant who has been lying in seclusion guarding the gate for a long time, he was awakened by an uninvited guest from outside, and his expression gradually recovered, as if he was regaining his vitality.

His once straight eyebrows slanted upwards, his eyes glared angrily, and the corners of his mouth stretched into a ferocious grin, as if he could pounce on someone and devour them in one bite at any moment.

Zhang Wuxun clicked his tongue softly. It was indeed a bit frightening. If he didn't know the original plot, he probably would have drawn his sword and attacked in the next second.

What followed was even more bizarre. In an instant, the features on the giant face of the stone statue twisted and shifted, and began to crumble and fall off, as if something sealed inside had been provoked by Zhang Wuxun and was about to escape.

With a soft rustling sound, the falling powder particles floated in the air, rising higher and higher. Swarms of moths resembled petals falling from the sky, creating a scene reminiscent of a villain finally appearing in a TV drama. The gray expanse surged up, covering the sky and creating a spectacular sight.

In no time, the moths had vanished without a trace, leaving only a large clump of white, rotten tofu-like snake skin wrapped in the vines and creepers at the foot of the stone statue.

These are the shed necks of pheasants that are found all over this jungle, piled up here.

Moreover, the top layer looked very fresh, stuck together, and you could smell an indescribable fishy and salty odor even without getting close, as if you had suddenly stumbled into a slaughterhouse where fish were processed by the sea. The earthy smell of the swamp seemed refreshing in comparison.

The red smoke emitted by Wu Sansheng had almost dissipated. Zhang Wuxun checked the direction of the compass again, bypassed the stone statue, and continued forward.

There are an unbelievable number of stone statues here. Every ten meters or so, a stone statue hidden among the bushes and vines will suddenly appear in front of you, watching Zhang Wuxun's every move like a ghost, making you feel like you have a thorn in your side.

After walking for more than four hours, the ruins were finally left behind. Zhang Wuxun had searched carefully along the way, but he could not find a can with a little turtle carved on it again.

The terrain gradually lowered, and the surrounding area was filled with the sound of waterfalls cascading down and crashing against the rocks. The splashing water drenched people, and they were soaked in no time.

As we stepped out of the waterfall, the mist that had filled our vision finally began to dissipate.

Zhang Wu found a relatively flat rock, took out a camouflage windbreaker from his spatial storage, changed into it, and buried the wet clothes on the spot after digging a hole, as he didn't have time to dry them. After eating a self-heating meal and resting to replenish his strength, Zhang Wu stepped back into the rainforest.

It was already past seven in the afternoon. Although the sun was still in the sky, the temperature in the jungle had dropped. Coupled with the pervasive humidity, the air was damp and chilly, and my back began to feel cold involuntarily.

The misty fog surged out from every corner, enveloping the jungle and making it appear even more eerie and cold.

Even if the fog here is not toxic, prolonged inhalation can still be harmful to the human body.

Zhang Wuxun took out a gas mask from his spatial storage and put it on. The fog grew thicker and thicker, turning everything into a white blur, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Zhang Wuxun was extremely grateful that he had given the safety buckle to Wu Xiaoxie and the others; otherwise, searching for someone in a jungle with visibility so low it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In this environment, Pan Zi and the others would definitely not risk rushing any further. Zhang Wuxun could already vaguely sense the connection between himself and the safety buckle.

The problem is that the young man and Chen Wenjin have disappeared to some remote corner, and we haven't sensed them at all along the way.

If only I had left a safety amulet for Hei Xiazi, it would have made finding Wu Sansheng and the others much easier.

"What a blunder!" Zhang Wuxun thought to himself, feeling a pang of regret. The main problem was that Hei Xiazi was acting strangely. If he spilled the beans, wouldn't that old fox Wu Sansheng be even more suspicious of him? He might even treat him as a dangerous element, which would be truly tragic. Not only would he have to guard against the Wang family, but he would also have to guard against attacks from behind.

Pushing his chaotic thoughts aside, Zhang Wuxun gripped the captured Tang sword and waved it like a blind man's cane to clear the way. In this environment, eyesight was practically useless, and night vision was of no use whatsoever.

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On the other side, the three exhausted Wu Xiaoxie found some branches, poured in the fuel used in the smokeless stove, and barely managed to start a fire.

Although Pan Zi was anxious, he could only accept his fate in this situation.

"It's impossible to get to Third Master's place as planned. With such thick fog, even if we don't go in circles, we might miss Third Master's camp because we can't see it."

Wu Xiaoxie was completely exhausted. He leaned against a tree, panting half-dead. He seriously doubted that if he continued walking, he might die from exhaustion.

Even when I was trekking up the snow-capped mountains, I was never this tired. I never imagined that there was no most difficult part of the road, only more difficult parts.

"For now, we can only mark the spots and wait for the fog to dissipate a little before moving forward." Panzi took out some biscuits and canned food and roasted them around the fire. Warm food is always better than cold food.

After dinner, Wu Xiaoxie picked at the blisters on his feet and, urged by the two fat men, went to sleep.

In a daze, he heard the fat man whispering something to Panzi. The two spoke in increasingly cold voices, as if they were about to start arguing.

Wu Xiaoxie's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that at such a crucial moment, he mustn't cause any more trouble.

(End of this chapter)