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

Chapter 233 Third Master Wu
The pheasant easily scrambled its neck to a spot three meters away from Wu Xiaoxie, tilting its comb as if sizing up its prey.

Wu Xiaoxie gripped the entrenching tool in his hand, wondering whether to pounce on it and shovel it, or wait for it to pounce on him before shoveling it.

Before he could finish thinking, the fat man leaning against the wall suddenly seemed to have a moment of lucidity before death. He groaned twice in pain, and the pheasant neck, which had been motionless, suddenly shot out like a red arrow released from a bow. His back bent into a taut bow and shot out skimming the water's surface. In a flash of red light, he was in front of the fat man in the blink of an eye.

Wu Xiaoxie cried out in surprise and instinctively threw the shovel in his hand. Surprisingly, his aim was exceptionally good, and he chopped right off the pheasant's neck and tail.

Before the pheasant could fully climb onto the fat man, it was startled and twisted its long body into a pretzel. Floating on the water, it turned its attention to Wu Xiaoxie, its comb trembling and emitting a series of high-pitched "cluck cluck cluck" sounds.

Wu Xiaoxie's expression changed drastically. Oh no, the pheasant neck might be calling its main force.

What to do now? The only weapon he had left was a palm-sized dagger. It was fine for suicide, but to use it to fight a pheasant by the neck, he wouldn't have enough lives even if he had ten.

In a moment of desperation, he yanked off the safety buckle around his neck and stretched out his arm to threateningly lean against the pheasant's neck. In truth, this was a gamble.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing this, the pheasant actually stepped back a little, its fiery red eyes seemingly containing a trace of fear.

Seeing that it was working, Wu Xiaoxie immediately took a step forward, slowly moving closer to the pheasant's neck, and actually forced it away from the fat man's position, although he still hadn't given up on the two large pieces of meat that were right in front of him.

Wu Xiaoxie quickly went over to check on the fat man and saw that he had already half-opened his eyes, so he knew that the two antivenom serums had taken effect.

"Fatty, Fatty, wake up." While keeping a watchful eye on the pheasant's neck that might pounce at any moment, Wu Xiaoxie gently patted Fatty's face. If Fatty regained some consciousness, it would be a little easier for him to take Fatty away from here.

Fatty responded to Wu Xiaoxie's call, and his eyes slowly opened to their maximum. At first, he only blinked slowly, his consciousness still in a daze, somewhat unclear. He didn't last more than a few seconds before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Wu Xiaoxie thought to himself, "Damn it! Big brother, hang in there a little longer, whatever you do, don't fall asleep!"

With a heavy heart, he slapped the fat man across the face. With a crisp "smack," the fat man seemed to wake up instantly. His chest heaved violently, and his eyes widened. Although they weren't fully focused yet, Wu Xiaoxie, who knew him well, immediately understood that the fat man was cursing.

Damn it! Wu Xiaoxie almost laughed out of anger. This fatso, even in his current state of decline, still has such a temper.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fat man had regained some consciousness, Wu Xiaoxie quickly dragged him to the side of the slightly lower, dry well.

The pheasant's neck seemed to realize that the two pieces of fat near its beak were about to escape. Its comb shook violently, and the triangular snake head swelled up, as if a blood bag full of blood clots was about to burst. Then, a series of even higher-pitched "clucking" sounds came from its head, which sounded like a scream, and the sound was quite shrill.

Before anyone knew it, after a couple of "clucking" sounds, a silver light suddenly pierced through the air. The next second, a straight line of red blood shot out, like a jet of water from a water gun, drawing an arc in the air. The blood mist scattered like raindrops, dripping into the pool and staining a large area with crimson. In an instant, a strange and pungent smell filled the air.

Just moments before, the arrogant pheasant's neck tumbled into the pool and sank to the bottom in the instant a flash of silver light appeared.

The taut snake body remained in an attacking posture, standing upright on the stone platform in its dying state, transformed into a headless statue. Wu Xiaoxie stared in astonishment, mouth agape, dumbfounded at the scene before him.

The next instant, a dark figure, like a fluttering butterfly, lightly drifted down from the waterway opening, pulling a rope into the pool, creating ripples.

"Scared stiff?" Zhang Wuxun put away the rope, smiled and waved at Wu Xiaoxie.

"You... I fucking..." Wu Xiaoxie breathed a sigh of relief, pointing at Zhang Wuxun for a long time without being able to speak.

"Alright, enough nonsense, let's go upstairs and talk." Zhang Wuxun glanced at the backpack and the black gold ancient sword on the stone platform, picked up two and slung them over his shoulder. He then tossed the remaining sword into the dry well with a flick of his wrist. He picked up the sword, went over to help the fat man up, and walked with Wu Xiaoxie to the edge of the well.

"Hurry up, or it'll be too late if all the pheasant necks rush in," Zhang Wuxun urged.

Wu Xiaoxie dared not delay any longer. He grabbed the well opening and climbed up the vines hanging down the wall with all his might.

Zhang Wuxun put the fat man down and supported him from below. Seeing that he had climbed up smoothly, he threw the equipment up for Wu Xiaoxie to catch. Then, carrying the fat man on his back, he took two steps back, grabbed the fat man's arm with one hand to prevent him from falling, and then rushed over, kicked off the protrusion of the stone wall to gain momentum, jumped up, grabbed the edge of the well, bent his back, and flipped up in mid-air, pushing the fat man up, and then climbed in himself.

As Wu Xiaoxie watched his series of actions, the envy in her eyes almost materialized.

"Alright, wipe your drool off." Zhang Wuxun teased, then turned around and glanced at the necks of a few pheasants peeking out from the waterway after hearing their kind's call. He then took off his muddy, wet clothes and used the vines at the wellhead to hang them up.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoxie quickly took off his clothes and stuffed them in.

After finishing all that, Zhang Wuxun continued to carry the fat man on his back, holding a knife and a backpack in one hand, while Wu Xiaoxie quickly carried the other two backpacks.

The two walked along the dried silt in the well to the bend, when suddenly a loaded gun was thrust at them. It was a show of force; before they could even see who it was, the finger on the trigger was about to pull.

Zhang Wuxun's eyes turned cold, a hint of murderous intent flashing in them. With lightning speed, he kicked the gun upwards.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A barrage of bullets rained down, sending dust billowing through the shaft.

The next second, the burly man with the gun was kicked squarely in the chest. He screamed and flew backward, crashing into the wall. He vomited blood and collapsed limply to the ground.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps echoed from not far from the shaft, and a group of well-equipped, burly men with guns quickly surrounded them, their bright miner lamps shining directly into their faces.

Zhang Wuxun tilted his head slightly to avoid the light and said softly, "Third Master, your way of treating guests is rather impolite."

Thank you to the dessert shop owner for the tip!
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