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

Chapter 406 Fake Long Fingers
Just how big is this lake?
Logombu couldn't tell; almost everything in sight was covered by the lake, and the surrounding shores and shallows were all covered in snow and ice.

These ice layers stretched more than 200 meters into the lake, with only some water in the center of the lake remaining unfrozen, displaying a shimmering azure blue color, as if a miniature sky had been contained within it.

The lake was perfectly still under the sunlight, and the afterglow of the setting sun was projected onto it, as if a thin layer of pale gold gauze had been laid on the azure lake surface.

It took a long while for Logombo to regain his attention from the incredibly beautiful and magnificent scene before him.

On the ice of the lake, several Tibetans carrying something that glowed green walked along the ice. In the direction they were walking, a very dilapidated little wooden boat could be seen moored at the edge of the lake.

The young man and his companions were in a cave carved into a cliff, with an ice slope leading down to the shallows of a large lake.

The two sat on the package and carefully slid down. The ice surface was not smooth and had a lot of friction. With the weight of the two people pressing on it, they were forced to stop after sliding not far and hid behind a raised rock to cover themselves.

Looking ahead, Logonbu saw that the Tibetans had already boarded the boat, and it would soon be sailing away.

For some reason, Logonbu subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and said to the young man, "Master, they have a boat, we can't get across."

The young man remained silent, gazing at the opposite shore of the lake. He quickly looked away, only to discover that the people hadn't left after boarding the wooden boat. Instead, they had left one person by the side of the boat—the leader, the one wearing a blue Tibetan robe.

The mask on the man's face gleamed with a cold, pale light as he looked up at the direction where the two men were hiding.

Logombu's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, they'd been discovered.

Sure enough, the next moment he saw the Tibetan who had stayed outside the boat waving in their direction. Judging from his actions and expression, it seemed that he wanted them to come over.

Logonbu was at a loss for what to do, and looked at the young man with his eyes asking for advice.

The young man pondered for a moment and didn't move at first, but the blue-robed Tibetan seemed to become a little anxious, and the wave of his hand became larger.

The young man shifted his body slightly, seemingly getting a little impatient.

Logonbu's heart jumped. He had been very conflicted because this was the most likely one he had encountered in all these years. But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The ten-year period was almost over.

But the young man didn't go out in the end. He waited patiently until the blue-robed Tibetan man had waited for at least twenty minutes before finally giving up, shaking his head, and boarding the boat.

The oars rocked slowly, parting the water and creating golden ripples as the small boat glided gently toward the center of the lake.

That area was where the sunlight reflected most intensely. The small boat gradually drifted into that golden light and disappeared from sight.

After another half-cup of tea time, Luogongbu wondered why the young man was still not moving after everyone else had left, so he couldn't help but lean over and ask.

“Master, why didn’t you go out just now? Those people spotted us a long time ago, and they seem to be calling us over.”

The young man shook his head and said calmly, "He wasn't waving at us."

Logomb asked in surprise, "What was he doing just now?"

“There’s something else following them, but we haven’t noticed it at all,” the young man said.

Logombu tensed up immediately, looking around suspiciously. "How did you know? There's no one else around here besides us."

"It's not necessarily a person," the young man said indifferently. Luo Gongbu was about to ask further when he met the young man's cold gaze, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The young man remained incredibly calm, almost to the point of being aloof. He said, "You don't need to know."

Logonbu choked, but dared not refute anything. He had already realized from the previous chase that this young master was no ordinary person. At the very least, ordinary people would not have such speed in the snow as he did.

He glanced cautiously at the young man, then followed his gaze to the other side of the lake, where he saw a huge, black, rock-like object, gaunt and skeletal, completely covered in snow, making it impossible to discern what it was.

But what made Logombu shudder was that the snow covering the object, which looked like a stone, was gone, as if it had been rubbed off by something.

Logonbu's eyes widened suddenly. Could that thing be behind the rock?
He couldn't help but look at the young man again. He had unconsciously put himself in a submissive position because the young man was so calm and composed, as if there was nothing he couldn't handle.

"It was under the snow. That thing kept moving from under the snow into the ice layer, otherwise I would have found it long ago." After saying that, the young man got up, picked up his package, and walked towards the rocks.

The rock wasn't actually too far from where they were. Logomb quickly got up, brushed the snow off his backside, and took a few steps forward to the ice on the lake. Just as he was about to catch up with the young man, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He instinctively turned around, and a huge black shadow instantly pressed down on him. Its massive mouth opened, and he felt a warm, wet sensation, as if a large, thick sack had swallowed him whole. A pungent, salty, fishy smell enveloped his entire body.

Just before losing consciousness, he saw the young man running towards him at an extremely fast speed, and the long stick wrapped in black cloth that the young man had been carrying on his back was revealed for the first time.

It turned out to be a knife.

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As Zhang Wuxun reached the end of the first volume, his consciousness returned, and he stretched his neck, which was a little sore from sitting at his desk for so long.

Looking out the window, I realized it was almost dark outside, and Deren hadn't returned yet, but the lanterns under the eaves of the corridor outside the window were already lit.

Estimating that Deren would be back soon, Zhang Wuxun tidied up the books and put them back into the carved wooden box. Carrying the box, he went out and saw a familiar-looking young lama passing by with a lantern. He then told the lama that he wanted to stay the night.

The young lama glanced at Deren's room, switched the lamp in his other hand, and led the way, saying, "The master has already arranged a room for our distinguished guest. Please follow me this way."

Zhang Wuxun wondered if it was because it was too dark and the lamplight cast shadows that the little lama seemed much more robust than during the day.

He followed behind the other person, walking down several floors along the corridor from the other side, and then turning several corners.

They hadn't encountered any other lamas along the way. Zhang Wuxun stared at the back of the young lama's ear for a few moments, noticing a few fine lines there when the lamplight flickered.

Just as they reached the corner of the corridor, Zhang Wuxun paused slightly, shifting two steps away from the other person. His gaze settled on the other person's right hand holding the lamp, where two of his fingers were noticeably longer than average.

Zhang Wuxun smiled inwardly; they arrived so quickly.

But what message did the other party want to convey by deliberately sending out such a startling stick?
Zhang Wuxun glanced at his left hand. Since arriving in Motuo, he hadn't concealed the obvious characteristic of his long fingers. So, was the other side sending a minor character to test him first?
The young lama in front noticed that Zhang Wuxun had stopped, and turned around to say, "Honored guest, your room is just ahead. Please follow me." "This place is too secluded. I prefer lively places," Zhang Wuxun said, turning around and walking back.

The young lama froze for a moment, and when he saw Zhang Wuxun turn and leave, he hurriedly tried to stop him, grabbing his shoulder.

Zhang Wuxun didn't even turn his head. He dodged to the side, holding the box in one hand against his waist, and then grabbed the man's arm with his other hand. With a forceful twist, he twisted the man's entire arm so that it turned around and was thrown outwards.

The young lama screamed in pain, realizing he had been exposed, and immediately hurled the lamp he was holding in his right hand at Zhang Wuxun's face.

Zhang Wuxun released his grip, took a quick half-step back, and kicked the lantern that had been thrown at him, splitting it in two. Wax splattered everywhere. He then slightly reduced his strength and kicked the little lama squarely in the chest, sending him flying and crashing into a pillar.

With a loud bang, the snow on the eaves and roof tiles was shaken up and snow chips fell down in a flurry.

The lanterns on the eaves danced wildly in the night with the vibrations, and a streak of cold light pierced through the snow, heading straight for Zhang Wuxun's face.

Zhang Wuxun's eyebrows twitched slightly, somewhat surprised that the other party could still stand up. He began to take the matter seriously.

The hunting knife that had been hanging at his waist was drawn and used to block the opponent's short knife.

The moment the blades clashed, the young lama felt an immense force coming from where the two blades met. His arm was violently jolted, his entire arm went numb, and his hand immediately throbbed with pain. He could barely hold onto the short knife.

Zhang Wuxun's second strike followed immediately, leaving him no time to breathe.

The young lama hastily took the blow, and blood began to flow from the gash in his hand. The dagger flew out of his grasp, and before he could retrieve it, he could only retreat in a disheveled state.

Zhang Wuxun twisted his wrist with his third slash, striking the man's upper arm with the back of the blade.

With a sharp crack, an abnormal bend appeared on the edge of the young lama's left humerus, and he could no longer lift his arm.

Light footsteps came from one end of the corridor. Deren slowly emerged from the darkness, carrying a lamp, his face serene as he quietly looked over.

Zhang Wuxun glanced over there, kicked the little lama in the knee, causing him to lose his balance and fall. Then he spun half a circle and kicked the little lama in the stomach. The little lama rolled a few times and came to a stop right under Deren's feet.

Deren silently lowered his eyes, looking at the little lama at his feet, who was curled up in pain and looked terrified, and seemed to sigh.

Zhang Wuxun casually twirled the knife, then sheathed it and gestured with his chin towards Deren, "Where are the people from your temple? Are they alright?"

Deren nodded slightly. "We've found him. He'd been freezing in the woodshed for a long time and had a fever. We just gave him some medicine, and he's fallen asleep peacefully now."

Zhang Wuxun placed the empty wooden box aside. When he sensed something was wrong earlier, he had already moved all the scrolls from the box into his spatial storage.

I just don't know if this person is impersonating a young lama because he's after the records of the past Deren monks, or because he's after me personally.

He crouched down and reached behind the little lama's ear. The unusual sensation on his fingertips confirmed his suspicions once again. He removed the thin mask and carefully examined the unfortunate fellow before him.

Deren readily agreed and moved the lamp closer to look at the person.

Zhang Wuxun looked at the unfamiliar foreign face without the slightest surprise. He coldly said to the foreigner in German, "Your fingers look really fake, they're terribly ugly. The Zhang family's disguise skills are not as bad as yours."

The German nearly vomited blood. Seeing Zhang Wuxun's unfriendly expression, as if he intended to break his fingers, he immediately admitted honestly, "The fake face was given to me by my superior. Its purpose was to give me a legitimate identity to monitor you here. I'm just a low-level subordinate, and that's all I know."

Zhang Wuxun regretfully withdrew his gaze, "Who is your boss?"

“My name is Rud Adenauer, and I work for Quiet Company,” the German replied very cooperatively.

Quiet Company?

Zhang Wuxun then asked, "When did you arrive in Motuo?"

“We’ve always had a base here, the purpose of which is to observe people with long fingers. They appear every now and then, and the whereabouts of the other long-fingered people are very mysterious. Even our company’s best agents often lose track of them,” Rudd said honestly.

Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "So you've set your sights on me?"

Rudd nodded. "It's because your behavior is so unconventional that our boss thinks you might be easier to approach."

Zhang Wuxun was speechless for a long time. What exactly gave the other party such a misconception? Speaking of which, Wu Xie's face really does attract evil.

"Did your Quiet Company take over Jude Kao's last wishes?" he asked. "I remember that old guy passed away a few months ago."

Rude nodded. "After Jude Kao's death, the company was in chaos, and our leader bought Jude Kao's company's project."

"Your leader?" Zhang Wuxun asked, puzzled. "And who is your leader?"

“I don’t know.” Rude himself was also confused. “Our group of agents stationed in Motuo has never seen what the leader looks like. We just carry out the tasks assigned by our superiors. When there are no tasks, we receive a basic salary, so we never worry about it.”

"However, it seems there's something big going on up ahead. Two superiors have arrived from headquarters in Germany, bringing with them a large number of weapons and personnel," Rud quietly added.

Zhang Wuxun looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you so honest, telling me everything? I suspect that what you just said is all a lie to me."

Rude almost rolled his eyes. To save his life, he had told everyone he knew, and yet he was still doubted. How could this person's personality be so different from his appearance?

He could only explain, "I'm just a lowly subordinate. Without clear instructions, survival is my top priority."

"What else do you know? If you don't want to be paralyzed in a hospital bed and suffer a fate worse than death, just tell me everything at once," Zhang Wuxun threatened calmly.

Rude thought about it carefully and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some unusual activity at the stronghold some time before he went up the mountain.

The two new bosses seem to have caught up with someone important.

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