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

Chapter 4 Moss-covered Ancient Cave
While the two were talking, Donkey Egg had already called the boat over, and Panzi and the others were also loading things onto the boat.

Zhang Wuxun looked at the simple flat-bottomed boat and the broken bamboo raft towed behind it, and clicked his tongue, "This boat looks too dilapidated. Won't it capsize if so many of us get on it?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wu turned to look at him and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

Zhang Wuxun chuckled. "Oh, my surname is Zhang. You can just call me Muyu. I was often sick when I was a child, so I spent a few years as a novice monk in a temple. Everyone who knows me calls me Muyu."

"Oh." Third Master Wu readily changed his tune. "Little Brother Muyu, are you going over there too? Judging from what that old man said, there might be danger there. Aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Wuxun looked troubled and hesitant. Finally, he glanced at Pan Zi and the others on the boat. They seemed to have some skills. He gritted his teeth and said, "I still want to go for a look. After all, we're already here. Besides, those are just folk tales. Maybe adults made them up to scare children. We should believe in science."

He then nodded firmly.

Seeing this, Master Wu stopped trying to persuade him, sighed, and turned to board the boat.

Zhang Wuxun chuckled inwardly. The old fox probably couldn't wait for him to rush over and expose his secret, so he would have an excuse to deal with him and teach Wu Xiaoxie a lesson.

You can't reason with a damned devil. The more people on board, the more cannon fodder there will be when things get tough.

Raising an eyebrow, Zhang Wuxun picked up his large backpack, slung the ebony box over his shoulder, and boarded the ship.

Turning around, I saw that the old man had even driven his oxcart onto the bamboo raft.

Zhang Wuxun looked at the precarious bamboo raft, then silently picked up his backpack again.

Anyway, it only contained two pieces of clothing, some toiletries, and food; everything else was stored in the space.

After agreeing on the price, Master Wu "kindly" included Zhang Wuxun's head in the calculation.

With a push of the bamboo pole, the boatman propelled the boat away, drifting leisurely along the stream.

A cool breeze blows, refreshing and invigorating, and the scenery is breathtaking.

Wu Xiaoxie took out his camera and snapped away, while Zhang Wuxun took out his binoculars and looked into the distance. The two chattered away like two silly goosebumps, looking like they had never seen the world before.

"My God, Wu Xie, look! There's a huge bird's nest on that branch that's growing outwards over there!" Zhang Wuxun said, handing the binoculars to Wu Xiaoxie and pointing in that direction.

Wu Xiaoxie was also curious, so he took the binoculars and looked inside. "Blind! What bird's nest? That's clearly a beehive."

"Huh?" Zhang Wuxun looked incredulous. "Whose beehive is this big? The ones I've seen are all placed in boxes and arranged in rows."

“You still don’t believe me? Look, now that we’re closer, you can see,” Wu Xiaoxie said.

The noise from their argument startled Uncle Wu, who pulled out his binoculars, squinted at the scene for a few seconds, and suddenly his expression changed drastically. He cursed and turned to glare at Zhang Wuxun and his companion, saying, "Keep it down, that's a hornet's nest. The hornets inside are bigger than anywhere else. If you mess with them, you'll be in big trouble."

Zhang Wuxun and the other man instantly fell silent, their necks stiff, even their breathing becoming shallow.

The boat drifted quickly, making a sharp turn along the mountainside, leaving the hornet's nest far behind.

The boatman then spoke up to warn us: "We're going through a water tunnel ahead. When we go through the tunnel, please keep your voices down, don't look into the water, and especially don't speak ill of the mountain god, or even the gods won't be able to save us."

Zhang Wuxun knew this old man was no good, and he couldn't help but find his charlatan-like remarks somewhat amusing.

Master Wu gave the group a wink and said in Hangzhou dialect, "Listen to him for now. Grab your weapons and get ready." The group subtly reached for their knife hilts. Pan Zi moved from his previous position to stand in front of Wu Xiaoxie and whispered something, but Zhang Wuxun didn't quite catch it because it was in Hangzhou dialect.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pan Zi slip something into Wu Xiaoxie's hand.

After hearing Pan Zi's words, Wu Xiaoxie glanced at Zhang Wuxun, looking troubled, and then turned back to say a few more words to Pan Zi.

Zhang Wuxun guessed that Pan Zi meant that Wu Xiaoxie should only look after himself if he was in danger, and not worry about him, a mere stranger who was a burden. At this time, Wu Xiaoxie was innocent and kind, so of course he disagreed; after all, it was a human life.

Zhang Wuxun clicked his tongue and typed to the system in his mind: [Wake up, get up and conjure something for me.]
What does the host need?

[You know those octagonal silver darts I used to use? I've conjured a bunch of them and stored them in my storage space; I might need them later.]
【it is good. 】

After a brief response, the system went silent again.

However, the space now contained a bunch of silver darts and a pair of mechanically launched wrist straps.

Zhang Wuxun smiled and said, "Thanks."
With a barely perceptible twitch of his fingers, the next second, an octagonal silver dart the size of a flattened beer bottle cap appeared in Zhang Wuxun's palm.

Zhang Wuxun held it in his hand, twirled it around on his fingertips, and then withdrew it.

Then take out the wrist clip, and fasten it to your right wrist with the back of your hand behind your back.

After turning another corner, a cave appeared ahead.

Calling it a cave is an understatement; it's more like a huge hole, only about ten centimeters wider than a boat. You have to crouch down to avoid bumping your head on the top.

If you're suddenly ambushed, you'll have nowhere to hide.

Old Master Wu cursed and said, "Turn on your miner's lamp once you're inside."

Pan Zi responded.

The boatman also squatted by the side of the boat, using a short oar to row in little by little.

There was some light at the entrance, but inside it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. It was eerie and sinister. Luckily, Panzi turned on his headlamp, but the light shining on the greenish cave walls made it even more bizarre.

Zhang Wuxun could see beads of sweat on Wu Xiaoxie's forehead and his hands were clenched tightly. He glanced at him casually and realized, "Oh, so what Pan Zi gave me was a gun."

But it's probably useless; the big bug will still scratch your face.

Zhang Wuxun stroked his chin. According to the few plot clues the system had given him, this seemed to be Xiao Tianzhen's first time going into a tomb, so it was normal for her to be a little nervous.

Da Kui looked at the dense green moss on the cave ceiling, his voice strained, "Third Master... this seems to be a tomb robber's tunnel."

Old Master Wu reached out and touched it, somewhat puzzled, "It really is a tomb robber's hole, and it looks quite old."

Upon hearing this, the boatman began to speak in hushed tones, “Our mountain used to be called Wufenling. Years ago, I heard there was an ancient tomb on the mountain. You guys are actually here to find this tomb, right? Well, you’ve got a good look for yourself.”

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