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

Chapter 221 The Red Serpent Tide
In the still darkness, a dazzling red light broke the silence, and brilliant flames shot into the sky. Countless crimson shadows scattered and tore apart in the smoke. The huge cocoon in the very center was instantly shattered into pieces, collapsed with a crash, and fell heavily to the ground beneath the tree.

Amidst the deafening roar, Panzi burst into laughter, giving the fat man a thumbs-up, "Well done!"

"Fatty, aim down there and fire another shot," Zhang Wuxun shouted.

"Look!"

The fat man aimed another grenade at the fire burning under the tree.

This time, even the ancient tree that was once home to a group of snakes was blasted in two.

At the same time, Zhang Wuxun and Wu Xiaoxie used the firelight to fire at some small snakes that were still moving on the ground and trying to escape.

A burst of peanuts flew out, blood splattering everywhere. The surrounding bushes and trees made rustling sounds, like whispers or the grumbling of vengeful ghosts before taking lives.

Panzi suddenly jumped down from the tree, pointed to a dark mass of shadows on his left, and shouted to fire.

Zhang Wuxun and the other looked over and saw that less than five meters away from them, a pheasant with a neck as thick as a human thigh was leading a swarm of snakes out of the dense forest and surrounding them. It stood upright, its comb bristling, and its black and red eyes stared at the group with venom.

"Fire!" Zhang Wuxun shouted coldly and pulled the trigger.

A series of high-pitched "clucking" sounds rang out, signaling the King Cobra to launch its attack.

The next second, the head of the rooster-crested snake king exploded.

Fatty fired the last grenade into the densest part of the pheasant's neck, creating a large blank area. Then he switched guns, and the three of them, back to back, provided cover for each other, firing bullets like they were free.

Some crested snakes were shot through the waist just as they leaped into the air, and blood mist sprayed outwards like a fountain.

The intense gunfire kept the crested snakes at bay.

Sparks flew through the jungle, and the corpses of crested snakes were piled up everywhere. A vast, blood-red tide, like ocean waves, surged before their eyes.

Zhang Wuxun and his team's counterattack also had an effect.

The pheasants finally gave in to fear. After another muffled clucking sound echoed through the dense forest, they began to retreat in large numbers into the dark depths of the jungle.

Zhang Wuxun turned on his bright yellow fog lights and, under the cover of the three men, scanned the surroundings. He immediately fired at any snakes that were still moving. Only after confirming that there were no living crested snakes around did the group relax their vigilance slightly.

The fat man was so excited during the fight that he accidentally bit the meat in his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He laughed and cursed, "Damn it, these days you can't go tomb raiding without some powerful firearms. If we didn't have these high-powered weapons, we would have been swallowed alive by these sons of bitches today."

As soon as I relaxed, I felt a chill run through my body, and my clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

Wu Xiaoxie held the gun in one hand, rubbed his cold, numb arm, and gave a bitter smile. Luckily, they hadn't made any rash moves before, otherwise they probably wouldn't even have a bone fragment left by now.

There was still a burning, black, unidentified object in the crater under the big tree. Zhang Wuxun walked over, used his Tang sword to pull out seven copper coins whose strings had been broken and scattered, and handed them to Wu Xiaoxie with a gauze pad.

"Here, these are A-Ning's belongings. Keep them safe. When we get back, we'll see if you want to put up a plaque or a cenotaph. We've done our best since we met."

The fat man also came over, looked at the charred corpse in the pit, grinned and shook his head, "That's terrible, didn't you pick up a couple of bones to take with you?"

Zhang Wuxun curled his lip, "A perfectly healthy person like you, carrying two dead bones around everywhere you go, don't you find it embarrassing?"

Even if she died with A Ning's face, Zhang Wuxun didn't want to collect the body of an imposter. Pan Zi also sighed a couple of times, then urged the others to leave quickly while the fog was clearing. "I don't know if those snakes will come back. It's too dangerous here. We're running low on bullets. If those snakes bring reinforcements, we'll be surrounded."

Zhang Wuxun nodded in affirmation, "There must still be a crested snake king in the dense forest that can command snake swarms, so we need to be even more careful on the road ahead."

The fat man clicked his tongue, patted Wu Xiaoxie on the shoulder, and called out, "Let's go."

Wu Xiaoxie put the copper wallet into his backpack, sighed, and gave Zhang Wuxun a grateful smile.

Zhang Wuxun shook his head and said nothing more.

Panzi checked the direction and said that Third Master's camp was still ahead.

“Turn off that bright light bulb you’re using,” Panzi pointed to the fog light in Zhang Wuxun’s hand. “It’s as bright as day, too conspicuous. Walking in this pitch-black forest, it’s like telling the enemy I’m here and they should come and ambush me.”

Zhang Wu chuckled for a moment, then turned off the light and put it back in his backpack.

Each of the four men adjusted their compasses, carried their headlamps, and, led by Panzi, proceeded toward their target while remaining vigilant.

We trekked all the way until dawn, and the pheasant neck never reappeared.

The fat man chuckled and said that the group had probably scared them so much that they didn't dare to come.

Even after firing all five grenades, the fat man still carried the gun barrel, unwilling to let go of it, saying it was proof of his narrow escape from death.

"Next time we come to this kind of deep mountain forest to do tomb raiding, you have to prepare this precious wooden fish for us again." The fat man's expression was full of reminiscence.

Wu Xiaoxie shook his head with a wry smile, "Next time? I've had enough this time. If there's a next time, I'll never come again."

The fat man shook his head, somewhat arrogantly saying, "A real man should have the courage to fight his way through bloodshed and turmoil. What's the use of staying in a brothel and guarding your little antique shop with hardly any business? Will it make any money?"

Seeing that he was getting more and more outrageous, Zhang Wuxun slapped him and said, "Alright, stop encouraging us to do bad things in our naivety. This is a society governed by law."

The fat man chuckled, "Look at our outfits, who would believe it if word got out?"

The group burst into laughter, creating a joyful atmosphere.

After walking a short distance, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast expanse of black ruins resembling a temple in the center of the jungle.

Staring at the vast and boundless ruins, the group of people widened their eyes in unison and stood there dumbfounded.

"My goodness!" the fat man exclaimed. "If this place were developed, it would be the ninth wonder of the world, don't you believe it?"

Zhang Wuxun laughed and said, "What, you want to invest in a project to come here for tourism or something? If you do, you'll probably lose everything."

The number of tourist deaths each year is among the highest in the world.

Pan Zi suddenly became excited and pointed at the temple, shouting, "Look there! We've finally found Third Master and the others!"

(End of this chapter)