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

Chapter 512 Polar Night Meteor
As the fat man picked out a few smaller stones to secure the grenade, he muttered in a low voice, "What if I bet wrong?"

Zhang Wuxun moved a relatively flat stone over and placed it on top, saying softly, "Don't worry, she'll definitely take the bait."

The fat man nodded and said nothing more.

The two quickly finished. The fat man slowly threaded the line through the pull ring and tied it. He tested that the grenade wouldn't come out when the ring was pulled, and then slowly backed away to let out the line, all the way behind a boulder.

Wu Xie and Feng hid behind another large rock nearby.

Zhang Wuxun went over and switched places with him. The rock that the fat man was using as cover was a slope with a concave bottom. Hiding under it was like having half a tent pitched on top, which was very safe.

When Feng saw Zhang Wuxun approaching, he immediately tried to explain himself. Zhang Wuxun, of course, knew what was going on and, impatient to listen, simply reached out and knocked Feng unconscious.

Wu Xie nervously crouched down next to Fatty, peering towards the bronze door. After waiting for more than ten seconds with no movement, he turned and urged, "You're sitting here incubating the egg, why hasn't it exploded yet?"

The fat man winked at him and said, "Hey rascal, wanna have some fun?" He then handed him the string.

The light was too dim, and Wu Xie couldn't catch the thin thread. He quickly groped around on the ground and picked it up. Suddenly, he felt someone leaning close to him.

"Why are two grown men so slow?"

After Zhang Haixing finished complaining, she snatched the string away with a snap, pulled it taut, and immediately covered her head.

"What the hell?!"

Wu Xie and Fatty were a beat slow to react, and immediately covered their heads and curled up.

From the moment the latch was ripped off to the explosion, those mere seven or eight seconds seemed to stretch out infinitely under Wu Xie's pounding heartbeat.

Finally—a deafening explosion was heard. In the vast cavern, the sound seemed to explode right next to their ears. The sound of the explosion was concentrated in the space, so loud that it was indescribable, even surpassing the roar of thunder.

The rumbling sound seemed to be going on an endless loop, showing no sign of quieting down.

After the bronze door was shaken, another strange, huge noise appeared, sounding like a horde of screaming people rushing toward them.

Wu Xie's ears were ringing, as if a blender cover was placed over his head, and he could hear almost nothing except for the rumbling sound.

He only saw the fat man stand up with a pale face, shine his flashlight in that direction, and suddenly shout in horror after seeing something.

Wu Xie helped himself to his feet, but before he could see clearly, Fatty grabbed him and a muffled voice squeezed through his ear, "Damn it, run!!"

Wu Xie swayed as the fat man dragged him along, and he didn't even see what was chasing after him.

Even if it were the King of Ten Thousand Slaves who were released, with such a huge force, there would probably be a whole bunch of them!
Damn it! Wu Xie shuddered and yelled. He and Fatty stumbled and ran for more than ten meters. In the chaos, they stepped on a loose rock and both fell into the pile of stones.

Wu Xie felt sore and achy all over, and it took him several deep breaths to recover. The commotion behind them was almost constant. Zhang Haixing had disappeared, and Mu Yu and the other two were nowhere to be seen. It was too dark around them, and the flashlight beam was too small to see anything.

He yelled twice, but it was no use. The commotion from the bronze door was too loud. He couldn't even hear the fat man's voice from a meter away. It felt like his ears were stuffed with cotton.

The fat guy fell harder than him. When he turned over, he saw that his forehead was bruised. As soon as he stood up, he grabbed Wu Xie and tried to keep running, but he slipped and fell backward again after only two steps.

Wu Xie, clutching his backside in exasperation, asked him, "What on earth is that?"

The fat man stumbled to his feet like an indestructible robot, Adam. He opened his mouth to say something, but a dark shadow suddenly appeared and tackled him to the ground. At the same time, Wu Xie felt a cold slap hard across his face.

What kind of attack method is this? It's so despicable.

No one knew what the large black shadow that was pounced on the fat man was; all they could hear was him cursing wildly, gesturing wildly as he did so, causing the lamplight to flicker erratically.

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, and only after taking a closer look did he realize that Fatty seemed to be tearing off something black that was stuck to his body. He hurriedly went over to help, but Fatty was ambushed again and screamed as his flashlight was thrown away and disappeared.

The last glimmer of light vanished, and darkness enveloped them completely. Wu Xie's heart pounded. He pulled out the pistol that hadn't been taken from his waistband to bolster his courage, but dared not fire rashly. If he accidentally hit Fatty, things would be disastrous. Suddenly, a loud bang rang out, and a small, deathly white meteor shot upwards into the sky. The entire space transitioned from polar night to polar day in an instant, without any buffer.

Wu Xie's eyes were stung by the light, and tears welled up uncontrollably. He squinted and looked in the direction of the light source, and saw Zhang Wuxun standing upright on a large rock that was much taller than the surrounding rocks. Feng was lying motionless at his feet, his hands and feet bound.

Damn it, Wu Xie's tears flowed even more freely, and only now did he remember the pain on the half of his face that had been numb from being slapped.

"This way."

Zhang Wuxun waved for him to come closer, while nimbly leaping across the rocks toward them, preparing to retrieve the fat man lying in the pile of rocks, whose condition was unknown.

Upon approaching, Zhang Wuxun was startled to see Wu Xie's face covered in tears. He stopped abruptly, unsure what to do, and whispered, "Tianzhen..."

Wu Xie waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, wiped his face, and turned back to find Fatty.

But then they saw the fat man running happily toward the tall rock, with several black shadows wrapped around him. It seemed that the things that had attacked him earlier had stuck to him.

The surrounding stones were also covered with those black shadows, but surprisingly, even in such bright light, those shadows remained black, clinging to the stones without any fixed shape.

The signal flare's light could only last for a dozen seconds at most. Zhang Haixing appeared out of nowhere, also standing on that high rock, and threw out a handful of cold sparklers, quickly illuminating the surrounding area.

Wu Xie estimated the distance between himself and Zhang Wuxun, and tried to avoid the dark figures on the ground as he ran quickly towards them.

Just as Zhang Wuxun was about to reach him, he reached out to catch him, but Wu Xie, along with the loose stones beneath his feet, disappeared from his sight.

"grass!"

Zhang Wuxun panicked immediately. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Wu Xie had only fallen into a crevice in the rocks, with half of his body still stuck in the pile of fallen stones, his arms struggling to support himself and prevent him from falling any deeper.

He hurriedly ran over and pulled the person out of the crevice, loosened his collar to check his legs, and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," Wu Xie grinned.

The black mud was extremely viscous, forming a thick, sticky layer on the ground that had submerged up to half of the calves. Stepping into it would cause it to stick like glue, and you could easily slip and fall if you weren't careful.

Zhang Wuxun helped him walk slowly over. "That door looked quite sturdy. I was just testing it out, but I didn't expect it to be blown up so easily."

Looking at the dark shadows that were still crawling away into the distance, Wu Xie asked in bewilderment, "All this dark, mushy stuff is flowing out of the door? Damn it, I thought we'd disturbed the lair of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, I was almost scared to death."

Zhang Wuxun chuckled to himself, "It's strange that there's so much mud piled up behind this door. I wonder what it's for. Judging by the way it's going to flow, it won't be finished for at least a day or two."

The group gathered together, some standing, some sitting, watching the large amount of black mud that was still gushing out. They had no other choice but to wait.

“This broken door must have never been opened before.” The fat man lit a cigarette. “Otherwise, with its toilet-like excretion capacity, it wouldn’t have been without leaving any trace in the stones before.”

The mud pounded against the stones beneath their feet, and some loose stones nearby were swept away by the mud, their whereabouts unknown.

Wu Xie's left cheek was still covered in mud, like he was wearing half a face mask. It was a bit tight from the heat of the fire, so he tried to peel it off with his hands and found that the mud, which had already solidified, was easier to peel off.

The fat man chuckled at him, "This stuff should be pretty good at removing blackheads, a free spa treatment, much better than that damn mud mask."

As the cold flames gradually died down, the group sat down together, using only one flashlight to conserve energy.

After a full seven hours, the noise began to subside and eventually calmed down.

The crowd, accustomed to the deafening roar of bulldozers, was momentarily dazed.

Good night

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(End of this chapter)