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

Chapter 346 Falling apart
Zhang Wuxun watched all of this coldly from the sidelines, showing no intention of intervening.

Until a gunshot rang out, whether it was a gun that someone had secretly hidden accidentally discharged or it was done on purpose, the crowd instantly fell silent and quietly dispersed.

A person was lying on the ground, clutching their chest, eyes wide open, body twitching slightly, gaze sideways, staring intently in a certain direction.

No one knew who he was looking at; there were many people in that direction.

The corpses on the ground gradually stiffened, but no one spoke, and the passage fell into a deathly silence.

After a long silence, Huo Xiangu finally spoke coldly, "Have you made enough of a scene? If you have, let's continue on our way."

No one raised any objection; everyone silently returned the way they came.

This time they searched even more carefully, practically pressing their eyes against the wall and grinding them inch by inch, but there was no exit in sight, not even the traces left by someone when they passed by last time.

"It's changed, it's changed again," Huo Xiangu murmured, her face ashen.

They were too exhausted to turn back again; they had already decided on the outcome and were simply weary.

Most of the people present were not naive youngsters who had only been to a tomb once or twice, but none of them had ever experienced the eeriness of an ancient tomb as comparable to the current situation.

Someone asked softly, "How long have we been trapped here?"

"Seventeen hours. We've been walking on the stone path for seventeen hours since we came back from the waterfall." After a long silence, someone finally answered him.

They had been in this dark and gloomy stone passage for so long; it was already a new day outside.

"We can't get out..."

Everyone was aware of the outcome, and the initial anxiety and panic had now been almost entirely replaced by despair and exhaustion.

Everyone wanted to live, and the small groups within the team had completely broken up, each acting independently and discussing how to survive. Everything else became insignificant in the face of survival.

"We absolutely have to find a way out. I haven't even gotten married yet, I don't want to die here," shouted one of the Huo family members, the leader of one of the small groups.

The leader suggested that everyone in the group take out their food and redistribute it, hoping that everyone could live longer.

Other groups also began to whisper among themselves, hiding their thoughts, glancing around furtively, constantly wary of others. At this moment, the entire team had completely fallen apart.

But Huo Xiangu simply drank her life-sustaining tea calmly, paying no attention to the situation.

Huo Xiaoli glared angrily at the other side, his teeth grinding together. He was both annoyed and helpless about the current situation, and even more so, at a loss. After all, he was just a boy who was not yet eighteen years old. Even though he had sensed something before, he did not expect the situation to be so serious.

Zhang Wu found a clean spot a little away from them and sat down with the young man. The young man was staring at the stone wall, seemingly lost in thought. Zhang Wu only snapped out of his reverie after he had already placed food in front of him.

He merely glanced at the situation over there and then ignored it, silently eating his rice.

Zhang Wuxun ate his self-heating meal with a faint smile on his face, which was becoming more and more interesting.

The long-awaited show has finally begun, with all sorts of little devils taking the stage. Next up are Ox-Head and Horse-Face. Hmm, perhaps the Judge will also get involved. When will the real King Yama finally show up?

As for the roles of Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge, they are naturally the captivating and alluring Black and White Impermanence.

Suddenly, I remembered the nicknames those who opposed Third Master gave to him after witnessing their abilities when they smashed the signboard in Xingcheng: one was a beautiful ghost in white, and the other was a demon god with a black face. I must say, they are quite fitting and apt this time.

Zhang Wuxun chuckled, drawing the attention of the Huo family.

Perhaps thinking that his smile meant he was in a good mood, just as he put down the self-heating lunchbox, some kid from who-knows-where came over with a fawning smile and said respectfully, "Have you two finished eating? If not, we have some sweet canned food over there. Why don't you go and have a taste?"

Zhang Wuxun rested his chin on his hand, staring at him, wanting to see what else he could say.

Perhaps Zhang Wuxun's silence gave the young leader a false sense of security, making him more confident in persuading Zhang Wuxun. So he continued, "Although the feng shui of this place is better, it's still not a place for the living. I know this place is a bit eerie, but who are you two gentlemen? It's said that you two are the living ancestors of the tomb raiding world. Anyway, you'll have to leave here sooner or later, so why not take us brothers with you?"

Zhang Wuxun sized him up and thought to himself that this little leader was not only blind, but also spoke in such an unpleasant way. He wondered which of the outsiders he was. Looking at his stupid face, he guessed that the other party had just sent him to be a troublemaker and did not expect him to accomplish anything great.

Thinking this, he asked, "Who is your master?"

The leader paused for a moment, thought for two seconds, and then suddenly realized that they were asking about the benefits behind it. He immediately smiled broadly and said with a hint of pride, "I'm Miss Huo's man!"

Of course he should be proud, after all, the matriarch of the Huo family, Old Madam Huo, and the prospective matriarch Huo Xiuxiu were trapped here with them, with no one to turn to for help.

Once he spreads the news, Miss Huo will immediately seize power. Once Miss Huo takes that position, his loyal subordinate will naturally rise to prominence along with his entire family.

"Oh," Zhang Wuxun replied listlessly, showing no interest whatsoever.

Even the most clueless leader realized something was wrong, and frowned, saying unhappily, "What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"

"You said those words yourself, don't try to pin it on me." Zhang Wuxun looked at him mockingly.

Only then did the leader realize he had been tricked by the guy in front of him. He looked at Huo Xiuxiu, who was calmly watching, and then at Zhang Wuxun. He was furious and his face turned red with anger. "You son of a bitch, how dare you trick me? You're asking for death!"

As he spoke, he reached for his waist, but before he could even take out the pistol tucked in his belt, Zhang Wuxun grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chick.

Immediately afterward, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, and the gun in his hand was now in Zhang Wuxun's grasp. Oh wow, it's rather stylish, a revolver.

"Quite tasteful." Zhang Wuxun narrowed his eyes, used his fingers to pry open the cylinder lock, and the magazine popped out, missing a bullet. "Oh, so that shot earlier, it was you who fired it." "Fire...fired...cough cough...I..." The leader's mouth was wide open, his face pale, and he stood on tiptoe, straightening his legs, trying hard to pry Zhang Wuxun's hands off, but he found that no matter how he struggled, it was in vain.

The man's hand gripped his neck like an iron clamp, yet he perfectly controlled the force, making him feel suffocated every second as if the air in his lungs was about to run out, but not to the point of immediate death.

As soon as Zhang Wuxun finished speaking, several hateful gazes were cast upon the small group leader, who were all gritting their teeth in hatred as people from the previous group had died.

Zhang Wuxun chuckled, released the little leader, and gestured for him to proceed.

The junior leader was coughing hysterically, clutching his neck, completely oblivious to the undercurrents raging over there. Just as he was about to call his men to take him back, he heard several sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh and several muffled screams in his throat.

Looking up, he discovered that several of his men were lying in pools of blood, and the killer was standing nearby with a bloodstained dagger in his hand. Everyone around was watching indifferently, showing no intention of stopping him.

The young leader had just recovered from the shadow of death and stared blankly at the scene before him. It wasn't until the men who had attacked him approached him step by step that he felt a long-lost fear and began to tremble all over.

"I am the Second Miss's person, how dare you... how dare you?" He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, frantically trying to get up and run away, but was chased down and kicked down, falling and hitting the stone wall.

A scarred man flipped him over, pressed his hand against his chest, and a storm of hatred brewed in his eyes. Before the leader could say another word, he plunged a knife into his throat, ending the man's life swiftly and cleanly.

Zhang Wuxun stared at the scar on the man's face for a few moments, lost in thought. He felt that this man's courage was not something that could be cultivated by a branch of the Huo family. He guessed that this man was some kind of small fry trying to interfere.

After dealing with the last one, Scarface and his men dragged the corpses aside, nodded to Zhang Wuxun, shouldered their equipment, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The remaining minor leaders looked at each other in bewilderment. Two groups also packed up their things, chose to form a temporary alliance, and got up to walk in another direction. They firmly believed that since it was a maze, there must be a correct exit.

The remaining two teams chose to remain still and observe the situation, intending to see what Huo Xiangu and Zhang Wuxun would do.

The mountain is constantly changing, and the teams that went out most likely never came back.

Having effortlessly defeated four teams, Huo Xiangu dropped her composed expression and finally spoke up. She looked at the young man and asked, "Have you thought of any good ideas?"

The young man ignored her and kept groping along the stone wall with his fingers, as if he was looking for something.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Huo Xiangu's face. Without asking any further questions, she directly instructed Huo Chushi, who was beside her, to find a suitable spot on the stone wall to place explosives. Since they couldn't find a path, they would blast one out.

Zhang Wuxun looked at her coldly and warned, "I advise you not to make any rash moves."

Huo Xiangu had clearly disregarded life and death, and coldly replied, "Since we can control the movement of the mountain, there must be mechanisms or other passages behind the stone wall. As long as we have enough explosives, I will blast a way into the Zhang Family Ancient Building."

Zhang Wuxun almost laughed in anger, "I'm afraid you won't find the way, and you'll end up losing your life before you even realize it."

Upon hearing Zhang Wuxun's words, Huo Chushi and the others glared at him angrily, their guns already poised to be raised.

Zhang Wuxun didn't take them seriously at all, and sneered, "Old Madam Huo, it seems you really are getting old and forgetful. Let me remind you, besides alkali powder, the most dangerous thing in Zhang Family Ancient Building is Miluotuo."

The immense heat generated by the explosion could draw all the Miluotu (a type of magical material) from the mountain, tearing everyone to shreds.

If you can find the right location beforehand, that's fine. But if you can't find the right location, this method is just asking for trouble.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Huo Xiangu asked angrily.

“Keep going.” Zhang Wuxun picked up the young man’s backpack and handed it to him, then slung his own gear over his shoulder and said nonchalantly, “The stone path must have changed after those people went out. Whether you follow or not is up to you.”

After saying that, he didn't even look at them, and he and the young man walked in the direction that Scarface and the others had gone.

Less than two seconds later, a series of footsteps followed behind. They didn't dare to stray too far, since the only two people who knew this place had said that the stone path was constantly changing.

Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge each walked along one side of the stone wall, touching it as they went. The difference in texture between the stone veins and the mountain rocks could only be felt with their fingers; otherwise, apart from reflecting a little light, there was no difference.

The group walked along the stone path for more than two hours, but the road ahead remained pitch black and seemed endless.

Another group from the Huo family's small group chose to leave. They believed that following Zhang Wuxun and his companion would lead them nowhere, since no one would willingly lead outsiders to steal their own ancestral graves. In fact, they had ample reason to suspect that all these strange events were caused by Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge, the two members of the Zhang family.

However, they didn't have the ability to catch the two and interrogate them, so they could only choose to leave on their own.

As for the team that hasn't left yet, the reasons behind it are quite intriguing.

The group consisted of a diverse mix of people, whose faces had appeared in various territories of the Huo family, yet these unrelated individuals had strangely come together.

It is estimated that once an exit is found, a fierce battle will break out.

Huo Xiangu's eight protectors, plus the one disguised as Huo Xiuxiu, can finally be put to use.

The time on his watch had reached 10 a.m. Zhang Wusuo touched the stone wall and, after confirming that there were twice as many jade veins in this section of the road as before, stopped.

The young man walked another hundred meters or so, then turned around and walked back, nodding to Zhang Wuxun.

The two then sat down on the ground and took out self-heating meals from their backpacks to replenish their energy.

Huo Xiangu and her group were also exhausted. When they sat down to rest, the two teams kept to themselves and did not interfere with each other.

The initially tense atmosphere strangely calmed down after a long journey.

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