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

Chapter 219 Tracing the Fog
As soon as Wu Xiaoxie moved, the two fat men immediately lowered their voices, as if afraid of waking him.

Wu Xiaoxie wasn't really sleepy anymore, but seeing that the two of them seemed to be wary of him, he pretended to be asleep and listened carefully to what they had to say.

The fat man glanced over, seemingly unaware that Wu Xiaoxie was awake, and continued his previous conversation, "I'm here to make money, not to clean up your Third Master's mess. Let me make this clear: if your Third Master isn't there when we get there, I'll just grab my gear and go solo. This forest is too big for me to go with you to find someone."

Pan Zi sneered, "Want to break up? Fine, I won't stop you. This forest is extremely mysterious. If something happens, can you handle it alone? Even if you survive and find something, without enough supplies, it will be harder than climbing to heaven to get out of the Gobi Desert alive."

The fat man shook his head. "You don't need to worry about that. Your Fatty has his own plans. I'm just letting you know in advance. When the time comes, we'll go our separate ways, each going our own way. We'll each take care of our own lives and deaths, and no one will blame anyone else."

Judging from his tone, he seemed quite confident. Wu Xiaoxie lay on the ground and recalled what had happened along the way, but he didn't see anything unusual about the fat guy.

Pan Zi laughed in exasperation, "That's great! When we find something good, don't even think about getting any benefit from it."

The fat man scoffed dismissively, clearly believing that Pan Zi, who spent all his time following Master Wu around, couldn't possibly have gotten anything good. He also realized that Master Wu's purpose in organizing the lamas this time wasn't for his actual job at all.

He couldn't help but wonder where those two rascals, Zhang Qiling and Muyu, had gone. Could they have already sneaked into the Queen Mother of the West's treasure vault and filled it to the brim? But as soon as this thought came to mind, he immediately dismissed it.

He knew that Muyu wasn't that kind of person. In all the time they had known each other, whenever Muyu came across something good, he would always remember to share some with him and Tianzhen.

Although the young man was a loner and lacked a sense of teamwork, the fat man could tell that although he also went into tombs, he wasn't really interested in the things inside; he seemed to have another purpose for entering the tomb.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Pan Zi didn't want to say anything more.

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings.

"Swish swish swish" --

A light rustling sound alerted Pan Zi. Because it was so faint, he wasn't sure if it was human footsteps or some animal approaching.

Silently, he picked up the gun lying beside him. The fat man asked him what he was doing.

Panzi gestured for him to be quiet, telling him to listen carefully.

This time, Fatty also noticed something was wrong. A bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart: Could it be that Wild Chicken Neck is back again?

Before the two could make a move, Wu Xiaoxie, who was lying against the tree trunk, suddenly sat up straight, as if possessed, his eyes fixed on a certain spot in the bushes that was submerged in the mist.

"Young Master, what have you discovered?" Pan Zi asked hurriedly.

Wu Xiaoxie was silent for two seconds, then suddenly pointed to the endless black shadows in the fog and said, "Look carefully over there, the fog is shaking violently, isn't something coming from over there?"

Pan and his companion looked in the direction he was pointing. The mist that should have been calm in mid-air was now like ripples on water. Something passed through the middle, and the mist spread out to both sides like waves.

A black, upright shadow was slowly approaching them, the swishing sound seeming almost within reach.

"What the hell is that!" the fat man cursed, and he and Panzi raised their guns and pointed them in that direction.

"Wait, wait."

Wu Xiaoxie quickly stopped them, "What if it's Muyu or Xiao Ge? If we fire rashly, we might hurt our own people."

Pan and his companion thought it made sense, and to prevent being slow to react, they slightly shifted the muzzle of their guns.

"What should we do? Should we shout something? We'll know immediately whether it's a person or a ghost. If it's Muyu and the others, they'll definitely respond if they hear us," the fat man asked.

"No way," Pan Zi immediately objected. "If it really is them, that's fine, but if it isn't, your shout has exposed us. Right now, we're in the dark, and he's in the light, which is to our advantage." As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaoxie gasped, letting out a soft whisper, "Damn it, why isn't he moving? Has he discovered us?"

Pan Zi and his companion were also startled. Adhering to the principle of "if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move," the three of them stared intently at the dark figure in the mist not far away, their eyes wide open.

A soft "click" sounded.

The news was like thunder in the ears of Wu Xiaoxie and his two companions.

The next instant, a blindingly bright yellow beam of light shone directly onto their faces, and for a moment the whole world was as bright as day.

Having been in darkness for so long, the sudden appearance of light blinded the three of them, and they quickly shielded their eyes with their arms.

"What kind of pose are you three striking? Are you imitating Ultraman?"

A mocking voice rang in my ears.

This sound...

"Damn wooden fish!"

The fat man was the first to react, cursing as he rushed forward and kicked Zhang Wuxun.

"You son of a bitch, trying to scare me by pretending to be a ghost? You're asking for it!"

Panzi laughed and cursed, "Turn off that stupid light of yours, it's blinding me!"

Zhang Wuxun chuckled and dimmed the lights by two levels. He put his arm around the fat man's shoulder and walked over, taking off his gas mask and raising an eyebrow at Wu Xiaoxie. "How about it? Surprised?"

Wu Xiaoxie's face darkened. If he weren't so weak right now, he would have jumped up and kicked this bastard twice.

The tense atmosphere immediately eased when Zhang Wuxun arrived.

The four sat down around the fire.

"How did you find us, kid?" the fat man asked with a smile.

Zhang Wuxun took out self-heating meals and water from his backpack and gave them to them. Hearing this, he pointed to the compass on his watch and briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

"I originally intended to follow the canyon back, but after walking a few steps I saw smoke coming from the swamp. I guessed that you wouldn't just wait there, so I followed the red smoke forward."

"We found the canned food you left behind in the stream near the stone statue, and that's when we realized we were on the same path as you."

Wu Xiaoxie saw the long sword wrapped in bandages beside him and exclaimed in surprise, "You found Brother's sword! How did you find it?"

Zhang Wuxun chuckled, "That's a long story."

After recounting the events in detail, Panzi picked up the Tang sword and examined it, his expression grave. "There's no markings. What's the background of that masked man you mentioned?"

Zhang Wuxun shook his head. "I don't know. That person was very familiar with the jungle environment. I chased him for a long time before I caught up with him. We fought, and when he saw that things were not going well, he dropped his knife and disappeared in a flash."

He didn't tell the truth, after all, he couldn't let them know about the Wang family's existence, otherwise, if they got entangled with those unscrupulous guys, Wu Xiaoxie and the others would be in endless danger.

(End of this chapter)