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

Chapter 262 Mind Control
He regretted it as soon as he threw it. Damn it, he was doomed. That thing was probably going to be enraged by Fatty's move.

In his haste, the fat man didn't care about anything else and kicked Wu Xiaoxie, who was leaning against the stone pillar in a daze, up.

Suddenly kicked, Wu Xiaoxie jumped up, about to get angry, when he suddenly saw the fat man winking at him furiously.

Just as he was wondering, the fat man silently pointed in the direction of the meteorite cave. Wu Xiaoxie came back to his senses, looked in the direction he was pointing, and was immediately startled.

Wu Xiaoxie immediately grabbed the gun that was sticking out of the side of his backpack and handed it to Fatty. The two of them, one holding the gun and the other holding the flashlight, slowly crept towards that direction.

A crisp, chilling chewing sound suddenly rang in my ears.

The two men broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. Damn it, what the hell is that? Could it be that dried-up rice dumpling on the throne has come back to life?
Wu Xiaoxie waved the miner's lamp in his hand slightly toward the throne and found that the fake Queen Mother of the West was sitting there perfectly fine.

What the hell is that thing? Could it be one of the other monsters in the crater?

Wu Xiaoxie was torn between his inner thoughts and his mind, a storm raging through his brain.

Without time to think, the fat man silently counted, "Three, two, one!"

Boom! Wu Xiaoxie immediately turned his headlamp to its brightest setting and shone it directly in that direction.

The fat man had already put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire a burst without thinking twice.

Wu Xiaoxie suddenly shouted excitedly, "Wooden fish! Fatty, don't hit it, it's a wooden fish!"

The fat man looked closely and, good heavens, it really was a wooden fish!

At this moment, a thin figure was half-squatting on the stone platform, slightly hunched over, watching Wu Xiaoxie and the other person warily, his eyes filled with complete unfamiliarity.

No one knows what he went through inside. His once neat and clean clothes were now tattered and stained with blood. There were also messy scratches on his arms, as if he had hurt himself.

The hideous crimson tattoo on the right half of Zhang Wuxun's face reappeared, and the area around his right golden eye was also stained with blood, like a fire licking blood, seemingly about to burst into flames at any moment.

Fatty grabbed Wu Xiaoxie, who was about to rush over, and said, "Tianzhen, calm down. Muyu looks a bit strange. Didn't you notice that he looks exactly like the one we saw in the underwater tomb before?"

Wu Xiaoxie opened his mouth, somewhat incredulous, "How could this be?"

"Could it be..." Wu Xiaoxie suddenly realized something, "that thing inside his body has taken control of him again?"

"Most likely." The fat man lowered his voice and took two steps back with Wu Xiaoxie. "Muyu is in too much danger right now. It seems like he doesn't recognize us at all. We need to think of a way to tie him up with a rope when we have the chance."

Wu Xiaoxie nodded. This was the only option now. After learning it was a wooden fish, his most useful weapon became a fire poker, which was now useless.

The two turned back, grabbed the rope, and cautiously approached step by step, holding their breath, afraid that making a loud noise would startle "Zhang Wuxun." If he went berserk, even if the two of them were combined, they wouldn't be enough for "Zhang Wuxun" to beat them up with one hand.

The two carefully moved to a spot two meters away from the stone platform, and "crunch, crunch," the crisp sound of chewing rang out once again.

Following the sound, Wu Xiaoxie and the other person focused their gaze on "Zhang Wuxun," only to find that he was holding a bloodstained dagger in his hand, stabbing it repeatedly into the two bags of flatbread at his feet.

The so-called chewing sound was actually the sound of the bread being crushed. It was a false alarm. The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, tied a slipknot in the climbing rope in his hand, and threw it towards "Zhang Wuxun" who was squatting on the ground like a goat lasso.

Perhaps due to nervousness, the fat man's aim was slightly off, and the rope loop ended up around "Zhang Wuxun's" arm.

Fatty and Wu Xiaoxie immediately tensed up and dared not breathe, while "Zhang Wuxun" on the stone platform merely glanced at the rope indifferently.

Just as the fat man thought he wouldn't make a move and was about to throw a second blow, "Zhang Wuxun" suddenly stood up and walked towards the two of them.

The two thought he was about to unleash a powerful attack, and were immediately terrified, taking several steps back in a panic.

Then, I watched as "Zhang Wuxun" slowly walked to the fire, rummaged through someone's backpack, pulled out a sleeping bag, spread it out, crawled inside, and closed his eyes.

Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

I'm a bit confused. What the hell is going on here?
Wu Xiaoxie nudged Fatty and whispered, "Fatty, let's go take a look."

The fat man swallowed hard and nodded.

The two crouched down and carefully approached, only to find that "Zhang Wuxun" lying in the sleeping bag was already asleep, and the crimson flame tattoo on his face was slowly fading away.

What followed was the scene we saw earlier.

Wu Xiaoxie took out the first-aid kit to treat Zhang Wuxun's wounds and found that Zhang Wuxun's body was burning hot to the touch, and the Qilin tattoo on the other side had also been burned out.

The fat man quickly set up a pot to boil water, fed Zhang Wuxun fever-reducing medicine, and used alcohol to wipe his body to lower his temperature. After a lot of effort, Zhang Wuxun's body temperature finally returned to normal.

"I wonder what Muyu went through in there during that time, how he ended up in such a miserable state." Wu Xiaoxie sighed softly.

The fat man, who was stirring the porridge in the pot with chopsticks, shook his head when he heard this. "Based on my experience, eighty percent of the wounds on Muyu's body were cut by himself with a knife, and the rest were just scrapes."

"What?" Wu Xiaoxie was somewhat astonished. "He cut himself? Why would he cut himself for no reason?"

The fat man gave a strange smile and told Wu Xiaoxie about one of his experiences.

“I remember when I had just entered this business, one day, a guy I used to hang out with came to me and said he needed to pick a small bucket. They didn’t have enough people, so they came to me to help them pick that lama. At the time, I was dirt poor. When I heard there was a bucket available, I didn’t think much and went with him. And guess what happened next?”

"What?" Wu Xiaoxie asked in confusion, "Could it be that you, like Muyu, encountered something troublesome and were forced to harm yourselves?"

The fat man chuckled, "You were right. That bucket we used back then was a damn poison bucket."

"As soon as the coffin was opened, a plume of white smoke billowed out. Fatty immediately sensed something was wrong and covered his nose, moving to the side. The white smoke was almost entirely sucked up by the guy facing the coffin. Then we saw him frantically trying to crawl into the coffin. Several of us couldn't stop him."

"After that guy crawled inside, he somehow triggered some mechanism, and the coffin lid closed automatically. The people left outside tried to pry and smash it, but they couldn't open the stone coffin."

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