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

Chapter 457: Poking the Lung Tube
"Well, thank you so much then," Zhang Wuxun sneered, his aura extremely low, clearly enraged.

"Have you forgotten how your sister died back then?"

Zhang Wuxun was more skilled than anyone at poking people in the lungs, and he was in a bad mood right now, so he poked whoever he could get his hands on.

Zhang Haike's breath hitched, his lips tightened, and he suppressed his anger, saying, "I was careless about this. I didn't expect her to attack you on the bell."

Zhang Wuxun knew that this guy was an ultimate siscon. Even though he knew that this Zhang Haixing was fake, he would still be soft-hearted towards her in some small matters, just because she had the face of her real sister Zhang Haixing.

Therefore, it seems impossible for him to personally deal with this major threat at a critical moment.

Zhang Wuxun must make Zhang Haike realize that no matter how well that woman impersonates him, she is still his enemy.

"You know better than anyone how much effort your Zhang family has put into completing this plan, and all the ancestors who sacrificed themselves for it are watching you from heaven."

Zhang Wuxun's eyes were icy cold as he sternly rebuked, "The pain you've endured each time your bones were shaved and limbs severed over the years reminds you of yourself in the dead of night, Zhang Haike!"

"You are not the only Wu Xie in this world."

There will never be a shortage of substitutes for Wu Xie who is not Wu Xie.

A hint of malice flashed in Zhang Wuxun's eyes. He half-closed his eyes to conceal it, and said in a light and indifferent tone, "If you still can't adjust your mindset, I will take action to deal with her in advance."

"I always keep my word. You'd better watch yourself."

Zhang Wuxun left those words behind, got up, and left the room.

Zhang Haike remained silent in the room for a long time. His pale and ashen face finally calmed down. He loosened his clenched fists and went to report the situation to Zhang Longban.

He didn't hide the fact that Zhang Wuxun had given him a severe dressing-down, since he was clearly in the wrong.

He himself had intended to test Bai Ci's true strength at the time, but he never expected that Zhang Haixing would take advantage of the situation, almost causing a major disaster.

Zhang Haixing could easily use her dissatisfaction with Bai Ci's previous rude attitude as an excuse to justify the matter as harboring resentment, since that has always been her nature.

Zhang Longban used the tea lid to scrape off the foam on the milk tea little by little, without saying anything or adding anything else.

But it was precisely this silent, unyielding atmosphere that made Zhang Haike even more terrified.

The cold wind whipped against the windows outside, the air was thick and stuffy, and fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead. Zhang Haike stood with his head bowed in perfect posture, not daring to wipe them away, his back already icy cold.

It felt like half a century had passed before Zhang Longban finally put down the now-cold milk tea bowl in his hand and slowly said, "You've learned your lesson."

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

"I've learned my lesson," Zhang Haike said, bowing his head in shame.

Zhang Longban waved his hand slightly, "You can decide on the punishment yourself, go down."

"Yes." Having finally passed this hurdle, Zhang Haike bowed and quickly walked out the door.

A cold wind, carrying snowflakes, blew against his face, stinging his cheeks. After turning around and closing the door, he wiped his face and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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Wu Xie opened his eyes and found that he was not in the hospital he had imagined. The familiar smells and recipes were still there, and he saw the ancient beam and beast carvings on the ceiling that only belonged to a Lama temple.

His mind was still incredibly sluggish. He was in a daze for a long time before finally remembering what had happened before. A clear and unique bell sound rang in his ears. He had heard this sound several times before, and each time he heard it, he felt his mind become much clearer.

He turned his eyes and looked around. He saw Zhang Haike standing next to him, and Bai Ci and the Grand Lama sitting not far away, staring at him with a somewhat surprised look, like they were watching monkeys in a circus, talking to each other.

As soon as he moved his arm, he felt someone lying next to him. He turned his head and saw that it was the fat man. The two of them were lying on the same bed.

Wu Xie's hearing still has some aftereffects; it's not very good. When Fatty's detonator explodes, the sound is terrifying.

He propped himself up on his elbows and sat up, asking, "What's going on? Didn't I go down the mountain? Isn't this place full of bugs?"

"And what's going on with you guys? Why didn't Fatty and I find you anywhere in the temple?"

Zhang Haike nodded thoughtfully and handed him a glass of warm water. "It seems you had a pretty good time in the illusion, but that's a good thing."

"Illusion? What illusion?" Wu Xie subconsciously took the water and drank it all in one gulp. The warm water soothed his stomach, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. "You mean, those blood-sucking fireflies I saw in the temple before were just my illusions?"

"That's right, those are the things you're truly afraid of."

Zhang Haike took the softened rosin from the candlestick and scooped a little bit into the small bell with a small spoon. His movements were steady, indicating that he had done this more than once.

Wu Xie caught a whiff of a slightly bitter yet warm fragrance. He frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and saw no wounds on his body. The cut on his left hand had disappeared. When he saw the hexagonal copper bell in Zhang Haike's hand, he immediately understood most of the situation.

But this is too unbelievable. If Zhang Haike hadn't told him that those were all hallucinations, even after many years, Wu Xie felt that he would still believe that those things had actually happened to him.

Seeing the confusion on Wu Xie's face, Zhang Haike explained, "This is the real power of the bronze bell. It is a technology that our ancestors invented a long time ago. By combining different kinds of bells, we can create all sorts of different illusions."

“These hallucinations are very, very real, but we dare not use them casually because there are many combinations we don’t know about that could lead to serious or even terrible consequences if triggered.”

"To be honest, we still haven't figured out the working mechanism, so to prevent random noises, we used melted rosin to seal it up."

Zhang Haike put the bell away, washed his hands, and sat down. "What I just used on you was the mildest of the twelve uses we developed."

Wu Xie didn't think they were being lenient with him, because the cold and the pain of the insects biting his body were too intense to bear.

He recalled the large array of bells he had seen at the exit of Zhangjia Ancient Building, which explained why Muyu had been so wary of those bells back then.

If even half of the bell is so powerful, one can only imagine the catastrophic consequences if all the bells were to ring.

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