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

Chapter 397 Farewell Station
The Wang family was completely unprepared for this turn of events and was caught off guard.

The golden fox reacted, waving his hand to drive away the giant moths that were fluttering and attacking them, while directing his subordinates to retreat to the passage behind him. The black-scaled snake coiled around his neck also helped to bite the moths in the air.

Unexpectedly, a silver fox had just run inside when it let out a pitiful scream, frantically patted its body, and ran back in a panic, yelling, "I can't get out! There are these moths everywhere outside!"

Zhang Wuxun's heart skipped a beat. Had all the moths outside actually awakened? This was an unexpected delight.

The blood on the Wang family members doesn't repel insects; on the contrary, these ferocious moths consider them a rare delicacy.

The stone chamber was filled with the crackling sound of bullets. The three members of the Wang family quickly united, back to back, forming a triangular defensive posture. They fired at the moths attacking them while moving closer to the wall covered with cocoons.

The Wang family members with the golden fox masks were still trying to summon the snake inside Black Flying Son's body to protect themselves, but Black Flying Son was overwhelmed by the onslaught of Ghost Back Moths. However, it was in the direction they were approaching... uh...

Looking at the scene below, Zhang Wuxun fell into a strange silence for a moment, then almost burst out laughing. What a coincidence!

From this superior vantage point, the three heads of the Wang family members swayed below like magnets attached to the bullseye, making it almost impossible to miss.

"Heaven is on my side!" Zhang Wuxun stuck out his gun and fired a shot into the head of the golden-masked member of the Wang family without hesitation.

The sound of the MP5 bullets being fired was completely drowned out by the gunfire from the Wang family members. At the same time, Zhang Wuxun also saw two members of the Wang family below fall down.

It seems the young man seized the opportunity and made his move.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Wuxun fired a second shot. Before the remaining silver fox could react, the bullet had already pierced the darkness and plunged into his skull in a rapidly spiraling motion.

The immense resistance of the brain matter severely affected the stability of the trajectory, causing the bullet to tumble wildly inside the skull, shredding the brain tissue to pieces.

Because it was fired at an angle and at close range, the bullet eventually pierced the left side of the silver fox's lower jaw, severing a blood vessel in its neck, and causing a gush of bright red blood to gush out instantly.

After an initial moment of stunned silence, the ghost moths, stimulated by the blood, immediately surged forward frantically, instantly engulfing the silver fox's lifeless corpse in a dense mass of dark ghost heads.

The two members of the Wang family who fell to the ground first also perished; their bodies became a rich and nutritious meal for the ghost moths.

The ghost moths outside the passage continued to swarm in, the temptation of fresh flesh and blood too great. They fought fiercely with the out-of-control black-scaled snakes.

However, the sheer number of Ghost Moths ultimately prevailed. Even a novice can be defeated by a flurry of attacks, and despite the Ghost Moths' chaotic attacks, they were just a few dozen black-haired snakes.

Even the most powerful snake only has one mouth; how can it withstand a swarm of hundreds of millions of moths?

This war, which was started by humans, was later turned into a duel between animals and insects, with the insects ultimately emerging victorious due to their superior advantages.

After the dark swarm of ghost moths reluctantly dispersed, only a pile of messy skeletons remained on the ground.

Zhang Wuxun clicked his tongue softly. This whole thing was done without any effort at all. The traps he set up were completely useless. It seems that even the heavens couldn't stand the evil deeds of the Wang family bastards.

However, the poor giant blood silkworm was devoured by the frenzied ghost moth until not a trace remained, which saved us some trouble.

Zhang Wuxun heard the rustling sound of fabric, looked across, and saw that the young man had already crawled out of the cocoon and was shining his flashlight in his direction.

Zhang Wuxun quickly climbed down from the wooden frame, looked at the pile of bones on the ground, and clicked his tongue meaningfully, "Those who do evil will not live."

Before the Wang family created these things, they certainly never imagined that one day they would be backfired by what they had created and suffer the consequences of their own actions.

Zhang Wuxun put on gloves, picked up the three fox masks on the ground, climbed back onto the cocoon, put away the two tear gas canisters that had not yet been detonated, and then called to the young man who was checking the remains of the black-haired snake, "Young man, let's go, let's hurry up and get out of here."

The young man nodded and poured the entire small bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) he had unscrewed from his pocket onto the pile of bones.

After setting up more than a dozen detonators along the way, the two quickened their pace and left the small square well. The gunpowder smell at the wellhead had faded, and there were many tiny needles lying on the stone slab beside it, along with several clumps of black blood of an ominous color.

Zhang Wuxun carefully avoided the poison needles and placed the last small detonator at the well opening, threading the fuse through the gap in the iron chain and extending it all the way to the edge of the ancient well above.

The two climbed out along the iron chain, and the howling north wind, carrying snowflakes, immediately lashed their faces.

The young man shielded the area from the wind while Zhang Wuxun inserted a lighter into the well to light the fuse. Watching a cluster of sparks merrily circling the iron chain, the two quickly left the garden.

As you walk out of the church-like gate of the Ma family's house, the ground beneath your feet begins to tremble, and cracks appear in the surrounding walls, which are of slightly lower quality.

"Earthquake! Earthquake!"

Residents in the surrounding houses rushed out with their valuables and headed towards the spacious Durbar Square.

Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge squatted on the rooftop, avoiding the first group of people who fled. Once the crowd below had thinned out, they jumped down and walked along the street toward the square.

Before leaving Nepal, Zhang Wuxun inquired with the hotel owner and heard that the explosion had caused a huge fire that completely burned down the Ma family's house.

Fortunately, the surrounding residents escaped in time, resulting in virtually no casualties. The nobles who govern this area have already sent priests to investigate.

The cause of the explosion remains unknown. Some believe it was likely a natural disaster, while others in higher positions are using it as a pretext to stir up trouble and prepare for a power struggle.

Zhang Wuxun felt a little guilty, so before leaving, he donated most of the rupees he had exchanged during his trip to the stupa responsible for repairing residents' houses.

The next day, the two arrived at the bus station. There are no trains in Nepal, so they needed to take a bus to the Gyirong border crossing, cross the border on foot, and then take a train to Sun City, which was the last stop for Zhang Wuxun and Xiao Ge traveling together, after which they would have to part ways.

After a 20-hour train journey, the two arrived in Sun City at around 6 a.m. and checked into a standard room at a hotel near the train station to rest.

In the afternoon, Zhang Wuxun checked out of the room, and the two of them went out for a meal with their backpacks. Zhang Wuxun then took the young man to a nearby supermarket and bought a lot of food, which they carried around for a stroll on the street.

As night fell, the two sat on chairs in the waiting room listening to the announcements.

The young man wasn't used to flying, so Zhang Wuxun bought him a direct train ticket to Beijing. The young man still needed to go to Beijing to deliver the Tianshou silkworm eggs to Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuchen. When buying the sleeper berth, Zhang Wuxun specifically chose a deluxe soft sleeper because the compartment only had two beds, one bunk and one loft, and the door could be closed when sleeping to prevent any inconsiderate people from jumping out and disturbing the young man's rest.

The train journey was slow; it would take at least two days to get from here to the capital. Zhang Wuxun packed a lot of food he had bought at the supermarket into the deliveryman's backpack and gave him a stack of change and a card.

The young man shook his head, took only the change, and didn't take the card.

"Alright," Zhang Wuxun said without dwelling on it, and chatted casually, "When you get there, call Hei Xiazi and have him come pick you up. Oh, by the way, don't you have a cell phone?"

The young man pursed his lips and pulled a small mobile phone with a cracked back cover from his pocket.

"..." Zhang Wuxun almost cursed when he saw it. This blind man, when he's out and about, doesn't even know to ask Xiaohua to get his brother a better communication device.

He took the mobile phone from the deliveryman and took a closer look before realizing that the removable battery on the back was bulging. He tried pressing the red button on the right side and managed to turn it on. He then saw that the battery level was only half a bar.

There were only two numbers saved in my contacts: Hei Xiazi and Xie Yuchen.

After glancing at it and making a note of it, Zhang Wuxun removed the back cover of the mobile phone, took out the battery, took out the SIM card and put it into his other spare Motorola flip phone. He also entered the two numbers he had just noted down and added notes to them.

He then edited a timed text message, which would be sent to Xie Yuchen's phone when the train carrying the deliveryman was about to arrive at Jingxi Station, to notify him to pick him up on time.

In Zhang Wuxun's opinion, Xie Yuchen was much more reliable than that unreliable blind man. If Xiao Ge followed the blind man, he would be led astray.

After finishing, he handed the new phone to the deliveryman and instructed him, "I've already notified Xie Yuchen. There will be someone holding a sign to pick you up at the station. If it's someone sent by Xie Yuchen, he'll give you the code."

The young man looked at him and blinked.

Zhang Wuxun couldn't help but laugh. "He mentioned Jiaxing Wufangzhai, and you nodded."

Upon hearing this, the young man seemed to realize something, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes, disappearing in an instant.

Zhang Wuxun zipped up his backpack. Hearing the announcer say that the next train was heading to Jingcheng West, he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy; the young man was about to leave.

He handed the fully loaded backpack to the deliveryman, who took it, thanked him, and then remained silent as always.

The train was about to arrive at the station, and the crowd began to surge towards the ticket gate.

Zhang Wuxun patted the young man's shoulder lightly, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll watch you go in."

The young man nodded, stood up, and the two of them, one in front of the other, slowly moved towards the entrance with the crowd.

As Zhang Wuxun approached the ticket gate, he stopped and watched the young man walk through the fence, enter the back passage, and walk up the stairs, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance. A wave of sadness welled up in his heart.

People around him kept pushing suitcases and carrying bags and packages, and the young man's figure was quickly swallowed up by the crowd and disappeared at the turn of the stairs.

Zhang Wuxun stared ahead without blinking for a while before lowering his eyelids to hide the emotions in his eyes. He then turned and walked back, shutting out all the chaotic noise around him.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the waiting hall, and the buzzing of loudspeakers blared behind us.

"Hey you, don't run! The train is about to arrive at the station!"

A hurried person brushed past Zhang Wuxun, causing his shoulder to tilt slightly. As he turned to the side, he caught a glimpse of movement in the crowd out of the corner of his eye, and Zhang Wuxun subconsciously turned around.

But then a familiar figure came down the stairs against the flow of people, leaped over the turnstile gate, and jumped to this side amidst gasps of surprise from the surrounding crowd. Then, with agile movements, he dodged the crowd and walked straight toward Zhang Wuxun.

It wasn't until the young man stood in front of him that Zhang Wuxun snapped out of his daze. His eyes widened in surprise, and he was even a little at a loss for words. "Young man, you...you just went in, didn't you? Why are you out again?"

The ticket inspector's walkie-talkie beeped, and soon on-duty police officers approached while separating pedestrians, their hands behind their backs holding batons. Three other on-duty police officers nearby also walked over quickly and warily.

Zhang Wuxun, disregarding his shock, quickly stepped forward to block the young man behind him. With a smile, he looked at the approaching police officer and explained, "Sorry, officer, my friend forgot something. There were too many people blocking the gate over there, so he jumped over in a moment of panic."

The officer on duty stared sternly at the two men, scanning them up and down. Although they didn't seem suspicious on the surface, his expression remained serious. He said in a stern voice, "Show me your identification, I need to check it, and your ticket too."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Zhang Wuxun took out his ID from his pocket, turned his head and saw the deliveryman silently handing him his as well.

Zhang Wuxun found it both funny and infuriating, and took it, handing it to the officer on duty in the same way.

The identities assigned by the system were seamless, and the police officer on duty did not notice anything unusual. He returned the documents and tickets to the two people, only warning them: "Be careful not to do this again next time, as it can easily cause public panic. If you have any needs, please communicate with the station staff."

"Okay, okay, we've got it. We definitely won't do it again next time." Zhang Wuxun smiled politely and nodded earnestly; his face was quite deceptive.

During the time they were delayed, the ticket check had already ended and the gates were closed. The police officer on duty kindly helped them exchange their tickets for the next train, which was completed an hour later.

Zhang Wuxun and the other person nestled back onto the waiting bench.

After resetting the text message sending time, Zhang Wuxun crossed his arms, stared at the guy for a few seconds, helplessly wiped his face, and finally couldn't help but turn his head to rub his forehead and laugh silently for a while.

It took him a while to recover. Looking at the young man's unchanging, specimen-like face, he couldn't hide the amusement in his voice, "Seriously, you're already inside, so what are you doing running out again?"

His previous sadness was completely dispelled by the guy's sudden action, and all he wanted to do now was laugh.

I never expected that the Silent One could be so impulsive.

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