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

Chapter 448 Awuchile
Upon hearing Wu Xie utter those words with absolute certainty, Zhang Haike raised an eyebrow slightly.

The other members of the Zhang family had strange expressions on their faces. Wu Xie's words had not touched their taboos. Their reactions were more like... it was something that even they themselves could not fully confirm the truth of.

As the person at the center of the conversation and also the one who overheard it firsthand, Zhang Wuxun's expression went blank for a moment, but he quickly lowered his eyes to cover it up before anyone noticed.

Six months ago, he was attacked by its puppets in the snow mountain. At that time, he was interfered with by the meteorite behind the bronze gate, and his system energy was depleted, forcing him to go into a deep sleep.

From the initial ambush and massacre he initiated, to the later regrouping and counterattack of his forces, Zhang Wuxun blocked them between the bronze door. After experiencing dozens of counter-attacks and pursuits, his entire body was covered with wounds of all sizes, as if he had been slowly tortured, and he was almost bleeding to death.

The crimson hue transformed the snow before the bronze gate into vast fields of blooming kapok flowers, as vibrant as fire.

Zhang Wuxun, after a frenzied killing spree that resulted in the loss of 1,000 of his own for every 800 enemies killed, finally eliminated the last enemy before completely losing consciousness.

He himself couldn't explain what happened next. He suddenly appeared in the temple of the Yama King on the cliff and was discovered by Dan and his people who came to inspect the place.

Old Rengolaw used all his strength, employing an extreme ancient Gu technique that risked his life to protect the last thread of his heart, and brought him, who was then so weak that he was just a skeleton, back to Kangbaluo from the vast snow-capped mountains. Afterwards, he used many herbs that the man could not even name to finally revive him.

The Khampa people noticed something amiss from the uncontrolled crimson flame patterns on his body. Old Rengolawa was convinced that he was the Awu Chile who had returned from the place of the Snow Mountain God Sacrifice, as recorded in the ancestral teachings and sacrificial charts.

He was able to lead the entire Khampa tribe out of the constraints of Yama riding a corpse and Lu Shenshi. The day after he woke up from his coma, he inexplicably became the young chieftain of the Khampa tribe and was entrusted with important responsibilities.

Since solving the problem of Yama riding a corpse did not conflict with his own goals, and he could also gain the support of the entire Khampa tribe, Zhang Wuxun did not refuse this newly acquired identity.

During that period, Zhang Wuxun was treated like a super-extremely endangered rare species. Fortunately, the system collected some energy from the ancient sacrificial vessels of the Khampa tribe and awakened, which prevented Zhang Wuxun from being too miserable during the six months when he was completely blind.

The encounter with Zhang Haike can be described as accidental. This guy was unlucky. Three months ago, when he came to the snow mountain to contact the Khampa tribe, he was followed by a pack of wolves. He was encountered by Dan and his group who were on their way to hunt for the Maponingmu in Wenbugongga Lake, and they rescued him.

After a long period of mutual probing, Zhang Wuxun and Zhang Haike finally reached an agreement and the two sides split up to carry out their respective actions.

Zhang Wuxun has never revealed to Zhang Longban and the others that he is also a member of the Zhang family. In other words, only Lao Renge and Dan know who he is inside.

He knew very well that he was not a member of the Zhang family from overseas in this timeline, but judging from Zhang Longban and the others' attitude, it seemed that there was also a "Zhang Wuxun" in this timeline who was familiar to them.
Zhang Wuxun felt a rare mix of unease and amusement. If there really was another "Zhang Wuxun" from overseas, why hadn't that "Zhang Wuxun" found him after all this time he'd been out there?

Or perhaps, Zhang Family Ancient Building was some kind of magical time-travel hub, where he was clearly in a different time and space, yet at the moment of his death, he resonated with "Zhang Wuxun" in this time and space.

Perhaps there really is a possibility that the body he is currently using actually belongs to "Zhang Wuxun" of this time and space.

They were originally identical people from two different time periods!
Assuming his earlier speculations are true, then why couldn't the Wu, Jie, and Huo families find any trace of Zhang Wuxun's existence before, even after mobilizing all their undercover agents?
Zhang Wuxun's eyes darkened. So it wasn't that it didn't exist, but that it had been deliberately erased by the system.

Everything belonging to "Zhang Wuxun" was sealed in a box, waiting for his arrival so that the gears of fate could start turning again.

He called out to the system in his mind a few times, but whether out of guilt or something else, the system did not respond.

Alright, Zhang Wuxun silently noted it down in his mind. These are just speculations for now, and whether they are true or not remains to be seen.

Let's wait and see what Zhang Longban and the others have to say.

On the other side, Zhang Long frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled, but still agreed, "Alright, if you can pass the test, I will tell you some things about him."

"However, the truth may be hard for you to accept, so be prepared."

“I will tell you the specifics about the real Wu Xie after I have identified you all,” Zhang Longban said, waving his hand. “Now, let’s begin.”

Zhang Haiyuan and the others each held up a human head and presented it to Wu Xie and his companion, saying, "There's only one question—look carefully at each of these heads and find the one that most resembles yourself."

The faces of the seven heads were pale and yellowish-green, with peaceful expressions. Their faces were actually somewhat distorted, as they must have undergone special treatments to preserve them.

Wu Xie couldn't imagine what they looked like before they died, but that didn't concern him much. The key now was how he could determine which head was the correct one to save his life.

Whether or not they resemble oneself is entirely a matter of opinion, and these heads all bear the face of "Wu Xie," making it dizzying to look at and impossible to judge.

Wu Xie and Zhang Haike, who was standing next to him, exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Moreover, even though he knew the other party was fake, why did he feel more insecure?

“Just go with your gut feeling,” Zhang Long said. “The judgment is mine.”

Wu Xie felt his head throb even more. The seven heads surrounded him like the fuse of a bomb. If he had to guess, there was only a one in seven chance. Wu Xie dared not underestimate his bad luck; there was a ninety percent chance he would choose the wrong answer.

How to do?
As time ticked by, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Zhang Haike stared at the heads for a long time, then looked at the faces of the Zhang family members, and turned to Wu Xie, saying, "Don't be fooled. There's no way to tell the difference. We can only survive if we all refuse."

Zhang Haixing said with a smile, "Actually, it's not like that. If we really can't tell the difference, we'll just have to sever your tendons and lock you in this basement with these heads until you all die of old age."

“I don’t believe you would do that,” Wu Xie retorted. “We have no grudge against each other, and I know you need to find the real Wu Xie; you need him to get into the snow mountain.”

Thanks to the Zhang family's persistent eagerness, Wu Xie still had a little bit of confidence.

Zhang Wuxun nodded, "That's right, it's exactly as you said. But if you two both resist stubbornly and take a passive approach, we can actually use a very extreme method to torture you and force you to tell the truth."

“The Khampa people have many strange methods for dealing with prisoners that have been passed down since ancient times,” Zhang Wuxun said calmly, “but I don’t think any of you would want to try them.”

Wu Xie immediately realized from his words that they did need him, but in their eyes, there was not much difference between a Wu Xie who was whole and a Wu Xie who was missing an arm or a leg; at most, it would just be a little more troublesome when they were on the move.

It's not that they don't have more extreme methods, they just don't want to use them.

Wu Xie's heart sank completely. Zhang Long glanced at his watch and reminded him, "You have ten minutes left."

Zhang Haike, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up, "I've already made my choice!"

Wu Xie was startled, stared at him in surprise, and cursed, "You motherfucker, your words are like farts!"

Zhang Haike rolled his eyes. "Because I believe that if we keep dawdling, they will definitely take inhuman measures against us when the time comes. I've only just begun to experience what it's like to be human. Dying early won't do me any good. You'd better hurry up too."

After saying that, he raised his chin and said, "Give me paper and pen, and I'll write it down."

Wu Xie was seething with rage, unable to vent his anger. He was practically fuming. "Damn it, which one is more like him? Which one did the fake choose again?"

He wanted to turn his head to peek at the answer, but the Zhang family was prepared and had already pushed Zhang Haike, who had been uncuffed, aside. Only then did he notice that there was another door behind the shelf against the wall in the basement.

"Are you going to choose or not?" Zhang Haixing urged impatiently. "The sooner you die, the sooner you'll be reincarnated. Hurry up."

Wu Xie was furious. "It's not like your head got dried into a skewer from making the wrong choice. Can't you let me take responsibility for my head this once?"

"Fine, then let you think about it carefully." Zhang Haixing found it somewhat amusing. "But at this critical juncture, you can still make jokes, which makes you a real man. If you're wrong, I'll make sure you die a quick death."

As she spoke, she looked at Zhang Wuxun and raised an eyebrow, "You were the one who handled most of those things before, so why don't you let me have this one? How about it?"

Seeing her relaxed tone, as if she were expecting some kind of prize, Wu Xie felt even more resentful.

Damn it, I never thought his head would become a collectible, and a complete set at that.

Zhang Wuxun seemed to be in a daze. When he came back to his senses, he glanced at Wu Xie and said in a flat tone, without revealing any emotion, "Whatever."

Wu Xie stared intently at him, trying to find even the slightest clue on his face.

But no, this person was as cold and ruthless as his expression; the subtle feeling of difference he had earlier was indeed his illusion.

How can I prevent my brain from becoming the eighth one in the set?

Wu Xie racked his brains to distinguish the differences between the seven heads. His face was so dry and chapped that no matter how he looked at them, they all seemed the same.

He even tried to visually estimate the length of their eyebrows, then was speechless with exasperation. Who the hell is this? Who specially groomed the eyebrows of these heads? If you're so bored, why don't you go run laps on the roof and practice Tai Chi!
He desperately tried to organize his thoughts in his mind. Bai Ci had said that every year a "Wu Xie" would try to enter the snow mountain. These heads looked slightly different in age, so the one that looked the most like him must have been cut off recently.

But there were two heads in front of him that smelled quite strong. Which one was it?

"Two minutes left." Zhang Haixing slowly began to adjust the thin steel wire tied to her wrist.

Wu Xie didn't notice her movements and said irritably, "Don't rush me, I get annoyed when you rush me!"

He stared intently at the two heads, a bead of sweat trickling down his right eye, and he instinctively closed his eyes for a moment.

In a daze, at the moment when blinking relieved the aching pain, he seemed to see the eyes of one of the heads blink along with him.

He froze, squeezed his eyes hard to relieve the discomfort, and stared at the head. Yes, the head's eyes were not closed, but half-closed.

"Let me through!" He lunged forward, pushing off the ground with both feet. "Let me through quickly, and pry open the eyelids of those two heads."

Zhang Longban glanced at the two heads he mentioned. "Looks like you've already made your choice?"

"No, no, hurry up, I need to see their eyes." Wu Xie was extremely anxious. He had learned some disguise techniques from Hei Xiazi and knew that no matter how a person disguised themselves, their eyes could not be disguised.

Moreover, as long as the pupils are similar, the details of the eyeballs can only be observed when they are very close. Unless you wear colored contact lenses, he doesn't believe that anyone would be so bored as to put colored contact lenses on a dead person!

(Colored contact lenses first appeared in 1987, but were truly launched on the market in 1999. Johnson & Johnson's colored contact lenses entered the Chinese vision care market in 2004.)
“It’s no use.” Zhang Longban poured cold water on him directly. “The preservation treatment can’t reach the eyeballs. Their eyeballs are made of resin. Besides, you don’t have any extra time. Make a decision quickly.”

Seeing Zhang Haixing approaching with an excited expression, almost like an antisocial personality, Wu Xie suddenly felt relieved.

In this extremely urgent situation, the fear of death drove away all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and he calmed down instead.

"Wait a minute," he said to Zhang Long. "Didn't you consider that because of your reckless screening, the real Wu Xie might make the wrong choice in fear due to his own personality weaknesses, and you might end up killing me by mistake?"

“We don’t care.” Zhang Longban did not hesitate at all because of his words. “We have 100% confidence in your decision.”

Wait a minute... what did Zhang Longban mean by that?
"We don't care."

These are Zhang Longban's words.

She didn't care, yet she had complete confidence in his choice.

Why? There's only one real Wu Xie; they can't possibly be indifferent to that.

Both Bai Ci and Zhang Haixing had clearly indicated that they insisted he choose one of them.

Could it be that their focus wasn't even on their selection of the seven heads?

Good afternoon. The fish's identity is still just a guess.

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