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

Chapter 412 The Blind Master
Chen Xuehan was speechless, staring at Zhang Wuxun with his eyes wide open, wanting to curse.

Zhang Wuxun looked at him leisurely. Chen Xuehan choked, furious but intimidated by his imposing manner, and could only curse him secretly in her heart.

Zhang Wuxun narrowed his eyes, knowing that this kid was probably cursing him in his heart, and then said, "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, are you sure you don't want to consider it?"

Chen Xuehan snatched the envelope back from Zhang Wuxun's hand and said stubbornly, "I'd only stay out of this mess if it were someone else, since you've been so generous."

Zhang Wuxun smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Germans have very advanced equipment. You won't have any problem staying alive."

"You make it sound like I'm worried about you." Chen Xuehan carefully put the two envelopes away. "How long will it take for the third person to come? Let me make this clear in advance: if he doesn't come within three years, I'll throw this damn envelope away. Then you'll have died in vain on that snowy mountain."

A triumphant smile flashed across Zhang Wuxun's eyes. "He will definitely come within three years. As long as you hand the envelope to him, I will not die."

He stood up and solemnly patted Chen Xuehan on the shoulder, "So, my life and fortune are in your hands."

Chen Xuehan felt that something was not quite right.

He really couldn't understand what Zhang Wuxun was thinking, and muttered to himself, "He's a real lunatic. When we get to the snow mountain, you can't even choose how you want to die."

If she were born in the future, Chen Xuehan would definitely realize that she had been morally blackmailed by Zhang Wuxun, who forcibly linked her life and death with Chen Xuehan, who should have had nothing to do with it.

Unfortunately, the child doesn't understand this yet, so he can only be tied to one road by Little Zhang the Fox.

Watching Zhang Wuxun casually combing Yueya's fur with a small comb, Chen Xuehan paused, but couldn't help asking, "What exactly is your purpose in going into the snow mountain?"

Zhang Wuxun's hands never stopped combing the fur. "For something that is both very distant and very close to me now, you can treat it as a family mission."

"Does that include the person in the oil painting?" Chen Xuehan asked, noticing the black handle of the gun that was partially visible on his waistband.

Zhang Wuxun didn't answer his question. Instead, he turned to look at him and asked, "And you? Why are you staying here? I know you don't lack money."

Chen Xuehan fell silent for a moment, and after a long while he said softly, "Only this place is suitable for me."

"Were you a sniper before?" Zhang Wuxun asked, glancing at the old watch on his wrist.

Chen Xuehan smiled and did not deny it.

Zhang Wuxun understood; this was also a person with a story. He didn't continue to analyze it, as friends should maintain a bit of mystery.

"Alright, I should go back now." Zhang Wuxun patted Yueya's head, fastened the chain to the collar, and led her to Chen Xuehan.

Just as he was about to hand the chain to Chen Xuehan, Crescent Moon sensed that he was about to leave. It whimpered and circled around Zhang Wuxun, using the chain to entangle it with Zhang Wuxun. Its round, wet dog eyes stared at people, making their hearts soften.

Zhang Wuxun was both amused and exasperated. He sighed, unchained the child, squatted down, and whispered in Yueya's ear, "Ya'er, be good. Let your Uncle Chen take care of you for a while, and I'll come back to pick you up."

Chen Xuehan stood up from her chair, utterly oblivious to the tender moment between father and son, and asked, "When are you leaving? I'll take you part of the way into the mountains."

“No need,” Zhang Wuxun refused. “Those Germans are no good. You’d better stay away from them.”

Chen Xuehan was, after all, an old man from Motuo, so the Germans were still a little discreet. They only needed to know that Chen Xuehan was the temporary lodging he had found for Yueya.

Watching Zhang Wuxun's receding figure, Chen Xuehan felt a little melancholy. She looked down at the broken watch on her wrist, tapped the case, and thought to herself that she should replace the battery. She wondered if it could still be repaired after so many years.

The world keeps moving, but the watch has stopped. Since that chaotic battlefield in ice and snow, it has been stopped for twenty years.

Suddenly, something tugged at his trouser leg. Chen Xuehan looked down and saw that Yueya was biting his trouser leg, making a loud, dissatisfied noise from her nose, clearly very unhappy.

Chen Xuehan grinned and took the opportunity to stroke its head. "There's nothing I can do if you're unhappy. You're under my control now."

He tugged at the chain and said, "Let's go, we're having big bone meat for dinner tonight. This kind of meat close to the bone is the best."

After leaving the boiler room, Zhang Wuxun went to A Ning's yard again. The dust inside the house was even more accumulated, and he had no idea where A Ning had gone.

Since the safety buckle showed no signs of responding, Zhang Wuxun could only leave a small fire pattern encircled by an eight-pointed star in the original doghouse, hoping that A Ning would see it when she returned.

Zhang Wuxun returned to the Lama Temple just in time.

Li Ande and his team have packed their gear and are ready to set off.

"So many people?" Zhang Wuxun looked at the huge group of twenty people in the room and was speechless.

Li Ande smiled and said, "Many hands make light work."

Everyone else was carrying packages and fully armed, but Feng stood casually to the side with a folder in his hand, followed by two subordinates.

Seeing Zhang Wuxun looking over, Feng explained, "Mr. Bai, my health is not suitable for long-distance trekking on the snow-capped mountains, so I will stay here to collect data."

Zhang Wuxun chuckled inwardly. "You're kidding me. This foreigner is clearly a talented veteran. If he were a weakling, why would headquarters send him here?"

He didn't dwell on it, and after checking the equipment the Germans had prepared for him, he found nothing unusual.

Li Ande beckoned for the team to assemble in the courtyard. They needed to get into the mountains as quickly as possible before the next snowstorm arrived.

Having traveled far from the temple, Zhang Wu turned back once more.

It was only then that he realized that, from this distance, the layout of the entire temple complex, which appeared closed off, resembled a mysterious totem.

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The words are divided into two parts.

Thousands of kilometers away, beside an underground riverbed in a canyon.

Wu Xie had climbed out of the icy river countless times, shivering as he approached the fire, looking like a water ghost looking for a replacement.

He quickly took off his thin wetsuit, craned his neck and brought his face close to the bubbling pot, rubbing his limbs to warm his body up quickly. The ice crystals frozen on his eyelashes warmed up quickly, melting into water droplets that dripped down, making him look extremely disheveled.

The culprit who caused all this, however, obnoxiously stopped the stopwatch, mercifully grabbed a thick blanket from the side, and tossed it over Wu Xie's head. The smile on his lips was utterly infuriating. "Make sure you keep warm, don't catch a cold." Wu Xie wanted to jump up and strangle him. He looked at him with dead fish eyes and asked weakly, "How many seconds this time?"

Hei Xiazi stuffed a roasted sweet potato into his hand, replacing the small stone marked in his palm. There were more than a hundred similar small stones by the fire, all of which Wu Xie had picked up from the deep water time and time again.

"Not bad, not bad, you've finally made progress." Hei Xiazi's expression finally showed some satisfaction. "We can start preparing for the next phase of training."

Wu Xie wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, munching on a sweet potato without even peeling it, while glaring fiercely at Hei Xiazi as if he were about to devour him alive.

Black Bear grinned and said, "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who became my master, so it's up to me how I teach you."

"I think you're deliberately tormenting me because I don't have the money to pay you the final payment right now." Wu Xie wolfed down his food, not forgetting to sneer.

The blind man has brought him to this wretched place a week ago. Every day, he picks up a few broken stones and throws them into the water for him to feel. Before he goes into the water, he makes him stand on the shore with his head down and spin around ten times.

The dark river was as dark and oppressive as entering the underworld. It was impossible to find one's way inside. One could only rely on the memory of the stone falling into the water in its last moments to find its location.

Most importantly, he not only had to find stones, but he also had to be constantly on guard against the black bear coming into the water to kick him from time to time. Fighting in the water was like hitting cotton; no matter how much strength you had, you couldn't use it.

Wu Xie still vividly remembers the suffocating cold he felt when he first went into the water, but he has to admit that the training was indeed effective. His breath-holding skills improved, and from being completely helpless at the beginning, he can now occasionally sneak up on Hei Xiazi in the water, although he has never succeeded.

"That blind bastard, that old pervert..." Wu Xie muttered to himself, "He even kept his eyes closed while he was in the water."

Hei Xiazi scooped the instant noodles out of the pot, added some pickled vegetables, and placed them next to Wu Xie. "Eat quickly, then we'll have a fight, and I'll check the results."

"In the water?" Wu Xie was a little eager to try.

Underwater combat makes it impossible to obtain the same fixed support as on land, making it extremely difficult to maintain balance. As a result, Hei Xiazi's speed will be greatly reduced, and the distance between the two will be much closer. Even if he can't win, he can still use a grappling lock to make his opponent suffer.

"On the ground."

As soon as Hei Xiazi finished speaking, Wu Xie's face fell. "I won't fight."

"No way," Black Bear laughed. "You were able to dodge three of my moves during the previous training, but this time you'll definitely be able to dodge four or five."

Wu Xie felt that this guy was mocking him, and rolled his eyes without hesitation.

He knew very well that the blind man wouldn't give up so easily, so he was on high alert while slurping his noodles.

Sure enough, just as he put down his empty bowl and chopsticks, a large black foot came flying straight at his handsome face.

Wu Xie's past experience of being beaten made his body reflexively dodge, and he avoided the kick from the side.

The dark shadow in front of them had not disappeared, and the black bear's body lunged forward with that kick.

Wu Xie knew that if the blind man got close, he would only get beaten up, so he immediately rolled away, circling the fire several times, and immediately smelled the acrid smell of burning chicken feathers.

Ignoring his singed hair, as he stood up, he heard Black Bear's mocking laughter right next to his ear. He swung his elbow back, but Black Bear deftly pushed him back.

Hei Xiazi then tried to twist Wu Xie's arm and perform a Thomas-style throw.

Wu Xie was thrown into the air, but miraculously twisted his waist and, using the arm that Hei Xiazi was holding, kicked Hei Xiazi in the head.

Hei Xiazi blocked the attack with his arm, and then Wu Xie's knee flew over, heading straight for his throat.

Wu Xie knew very well that he couldn't hit Hei Xiazi's weak spot, so he decided to leave a mark on that smug face of his.

Wu Xie grinned lewdly to himself. His target seemed to be the throat, but when Hei Xiazi tilted his head back to dodge, Wu Xie suddenly relaxed. His body, which had been flying in an arc in mid-air, lost its support and immediately began to free fall.

As Wu Xie expected, his knee grazed heavily on Hei Xiazi's chin. Although it only grazed him a tiny bit, Hei Xiazi reacted quickly and flung him away.

Wu Xie got up from the ground, grimacing and rubbing his aching back. Seeing Hei Xiazi covering his chin in disbelief, he burst into a series of loud, booming laughs, his mouth stretching to his ears.

Black Bear wasn't angry. He rubbed his slightly reddened chin and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, you've improved. It would be even better if you were a little faster."

Wu Xie felt a great sense of accomplishment and wanted to do a full set of morning exercises while wiggling his butt on the spot. Recalling the hardships of the past few months, he couldn't help but shed a tear of sympathy for himself. It wasn't easy, it was just too damn hard.

Just as I was feeling a little smug, a sudden, violent ripple ran through my abdomen, and I felt a strong urge to burst forth.

Looking up, he saw Black Bear laughing gleefully, clearly having anticipated his situation.

Wu Xie's face was contorted in pain, and his lips were trembling. "Damn it, you actually put laxatives on the sweet potato peel!"

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Hei Xiazi said he had found a particularly beautiful island and planned to conduct the next phase of training there.

"There are many techniques for navigating the world, all of which exploit people's blind spots, whether they are real blind spots or blind spots in thinking. If you can understand these, then you can easily use language to control other people and make them do things they were unwilling to do before."

Hei Xiazi pushed a small cart, weaving back and forth among the snack shelves in the supermarket, and asked Wu Xie, who was following behind him listlessly, "Which brand of potato chips do you like?"

Wu Xie was dragged out of his afternoon nap by him. At this moment, his eyes were still blurry and he was full of resentment. "I don't like to eat snacks."

"Afraid of getting fat?" Black Bear looked back at him and said with a hint of disdain, "Can't you get rid of these effeminate traits? You're not a little girl anymore, why are you trying to lose weight?"

Wu Xie ignored him and rolled his eyes.

The large fan behind him swayed and blew, his slightly long hair sticking to Wu Xie's face. The cool breeze quickly passed, and Wu Xie grabbed the hair on his forehead and tied it up, wondering when he could get a haircut.

He raised his arm and looked at the bulging muscles peeking out from under his short-sleeved shirt; these were the results of training with Black Bear all these days.

He was now confident he could punch that bastard who had just brushed past him, bumped into him, and then didn't even turn around, yelling and shouting without offering any apology.

Goodnight, Makka Pakka

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