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

Chapter 444 Deceiving Wang Guohai
Wu Xie finally met the Tibetan-robed man who had led him to the stone statue of Xiao Ge outside the courtyard that day, even though he still had the same face as him.

It was exactly the same, but the excitement of finally seeing the person he had been waiting for made him ignore the horror of facing the copied face.

"Wooden fish?" Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow, pointed to his face, and looked at him with some interest. "You called me?"

Wu Xie was taken aback by his reaction, and opened his mouth, "You... are, no..."

Zhang Wuxun shook his head with a slight chuckle, "Wu Xie, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Bai Ci."

"This is impossible!" Wu Xie stared at him in shock, unable to believe that his deduction had gone wrong.

He carefully observed the Tibetan man's every move, trying to find familiar details from the past.

However, no matter the demeanor in his every move, his aura, or the way he spoke, or the pauses in his speech, he could not find any trace of the person in his memory.

Muyu is left-handed, but the person in front of him is right-handed. Muyu's gaze towards Wu Xie is always gentle and tolerant. He would never look at Wu Xie like this, with indifference and a hint of amusement.

Zhang Wuxun did not deliberately display these behaviors in front of Wu Xie. Rather, during that year, he used extreme restraint and willpower to integrate these actions into his muscles and bones, and he had to perform flawlessly.

From Bai Ci's very first words, Wu Xie could tell that the other party knew him very well.

This understanding is based on Bai Ci's perspective as an observer, rather than on the close and inseparable relationship between friends.

How could this be?
As if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head, Wu Xie's eyes were filled with undisguised astonishment and disappointment.

A person's habits formed over twenty years from childhood cannot be changed overnight, especially some minor details that the person himself is unaware of.

To change it to this extent is tantamount to completely shattering and rebuilding one's original personality.

Could this person really not be Muyu? Wu Xie still harbored doubts in his heart.

He stared intently at the Tibetan man's face, his fingers trembling slightly, struggling to suppress the urge to pounce on him and rip off the human skin mask. He wanted to see what the face beneath the mask truly looked like.

He knew that the Zhang family members were good at hiding and disguising themselves. He didn't know what Muyu had gone through during those year or so, but if he wanted to continue hiding, he would definitely erase Muyu's past completely.

He suddenly remembered a question: what was the purpose of the wooden fish's "death" in the first place?

Because "death" is the best way to hide!

To deceive everyone, Muyu's original identity must completely disappear from everyone's sight and even consciousness. Only when everyone thinks that Muyu is dead can his existence be considered truly "extinct".

Wu Xie's brows relaxed, and he suddenly felt enlightened. He thought to himself, "Fine, if you don't want to admit it, then don't. I know you are who you are. Let's wait until Fatty comes and see how long you can keep this up."

"The wooden fish you mentioned, I knew something about him even before I started observing you a year ago."

Zhang Wuxun picked up the teapot with his right hand, poured a cup of butter tea, and pushed it to him with his left hand.

Have you been observing him for a year?

Wu Xie remained silent, waiting for him to continue. The lamas who could appear here were all De Ren's people. Even if Mu Yu couldn't say it outright, he should at least give him a hint.

“However, as far as I know, that member of the Zhang family perished in the Zhang Family Ancient Building more than a year ago,” Zhang Wuxun continued. “I also went to that place after receiving the order, but I survived because I failed to get close to the core.” Wu Xie’s eyes changed slightly, his heart was already in turmoil, but he did not show it on his face and still did not reply.

Zhang Wuxun pointed to the futon beside him and said in a cold tone, "Sit down first. I have my purpose, and you have your doubts. There is no longer any conflict of interest between us. We can make a fair deal. You can talk about whatever you want to know."

Wu Xie stared at his rather long index and middle fingers, and the unease he had felt earlier suddenly subsided. He smiled and said, "You're right."

Zhang Wuxun clicked his tongue, sounding somewhat impatient. "Let me reiterate, he and I are completely different people."

"If he hadn't had that accident a year ago, our lives probably would never have intersected."

"Besides, I don't really like it when you talk to me in this tone of reminiscing about old friends," Zhang Wuxun said bluntly.

"Even though I've been using the same face as you ever since I was chosen, I'm not a substitute for you to amuse yourself with."

Zhang Wuxun's tone was downright annoyed. Wu Xie could tell that he resented his current identity because it meant endless trouble in the future.

Wu Xie frowned slightly, then nodded and sat down on the futon, picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Sorry, you can start now, I'm listening."

Zhang Wuxun succinctly stated, "To put it simply, we and Zhang Wuxun have always shared a common goal, but I cannot tell you that goal for the time being."

“I received the order at the moment of his death a year ago, thus taking over his mission and becoming the continuation plan.”

"Continue the plan?" Wu Xie frowned. "What do you mean? What mission are you taking over?"

“Zhang Wuxun was the third implementer of that plan. Only after his death was I able to take over the subsequent plans,” Zhang Wuxun said. “As for you, Wu Xie, you were also chosen to be a crucial link in the hub of this plan.”

Wu Xie didn't understand why he was such a crucial link, and he guessed that it might be related to his face.

He knew that only he was the real Wu Xie, so were the other "Wu Xie"s who appeared here just a cover?

But so far, he has only met this one "Wu Xie".

Wu Xie sensed something amiss and tentatively asked, "So, what is your relationship with Muyu?"

If—and he meant if—Bai Ci really wasn't Mu Yu, but rather someone who replaced Mu Yu as the so-called hub of the plan, then everything that happened before would seem to have some basis in fact.

Bai Ci and his companions had been observing him, so they were naturally aware of what had happened to him and Mu Yu and the others. It was easy for them to set a trap and trap him in Motuo.

“Zhang Wuxun and I have a very shallow blood relationship,” Zhang Wuxun said.

Wu Xie asked in surprise, "You're also a member of the Zhang family?"

"I am not a member of the Zhang family."

Zhang Wuxun's tone was flawless, as cold as ever, "You should know that besides the Qilin, Zhang Wuxun also has another divine bird tattoo, which is another kind of blood on his body."

(End of this chapter)