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

Chapter 517 Game Over
“You mean,” Zhang Wuxun continued, “the purpose of the Zhang family members existing here as human cocoons.”

“That’s right.” Wu Xie nodded. “We already know that Feng’s blood, which is from an ordinary person, has no effect. Although we haven’t tried Fatty’s blood, it should be similar. And Zhang Haixing herself said that she is a member of the Zhang family with impure blood. Her blood was flowing at first, but after a while it receded and curled up into a ball. This is really strange.”

"But we all know that Zhang Haixing's identity is questionable, yet her blood showed a reaction at first, so why is that?"

"Yes, why?" the fat man repeated.

Zhang Wuxun silently crumpled the energy gel bag into a ball and reminded her, "It could also be due to acquired factors."

The fat man suddenly realized, "So, Tianzhen, your blood should also be useful, but you and Xiao Ge... umm, are different. You're not a member of the Zhang family, and your half-baked Qilin blood was acquired later. So, that old woman may have obtained Qilin blood through some method, thereby changing her own blood, but something went wrong, resulting in a result that's not as good as yours."

This is likely an unexpected situation that even Zhang Haixing herself did not anticipate.

“Let’s work backward,” Wu Xie said. “Only members of the Zhang family who possess Qilin blood can enter this cave and see the information displayed by these patterns under the flow of blood. So, can we assume that these patterns serve as a form of identity verification?”

"agree."

The fat man nodded, and Zhang Wuxun also nodded in agreement.

“But for general identity verification, we can use more ingenious methods. For example, we could easily create a mechanism the size of a washbasin. Why is the entire cave covered with patterns? That doesn’t make sense,” Wu Xie affirmed. “Therefore, such a large-scale project must have a reason to support it.”

Wu Xie said decisively, "This reason is also the reason why the Zhang family members appeared here as human cocoons."

The fat man was dizzy from listening. "We've gone around in circles and come right back to square one. It's pointless to say anything."

Wu Xie turned to look at the tattered corpse. "All we see is this one cocoon. We can't tell if there are other cocoons that were washed out by the mud. It's also possible that there was only this one from the beginning."

"But what we can be sure of is that this body has been here for a very long time. Also, it must have been here with the mud, otherwise the mud would have been gone as soon as we opened the door."

The fat man picked at the dirt under his fingernails. "There's a problem. Where did the mud come from? It couldn't possibly have come out like I made up."

Wu Xie looked up at the dark dome and concluded, "This is a completely enclosed environment before we open this door."

"With this kind of environment, mud, patterns, and all these phenomena combined, there is only one place I can think of."

Wu Xie patted his forehead to suppress his inexplicable excitement, "An ancient tomb! Good heavens, this is an ancient tomb!"

A completely enclosed space, exquisitely decorated interior with intricate patterns, a corpse, and mechanisms set up around the corpse.

In some ways, this is an ancient tomb.

The fat man opened his mouth, "So that mud is the coffin liquid? Who is the tomb owner? Is it that unseen monster, or that corpse?"

Or perhaps, the human cocoon was actually the gravedigger.

Why did he lock himself up?

At this moment, Wu Xie seemed to realize something and gasped, saying, "It's not the body that's buried, it's what's inside the body. This is a coffin made from human remains, and someone stuffed the real tomb owner into this person's body."

"Then there's no need to lock it up—Holy crap!" The fat man was so startled by Zhang Wuxun's sudden gloomy expression that he almost jumped up. "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?"

"The reason it was locked up is because the body was still alive when it was placed in the coffin."

Zhang Wuxun's face was grim. "The Zhang family chose a sacrifice from among them, forcibly stuffed a very dangerous dead object into this person's stomach, then locked him here as a coffin, and at the same time created a terrible thing to guard this place."

It turns out that the human cocoon wasn't the tomb keeper; that unknown, enormous thing was.

The purpose of leaving these patterns is obvious: they were protective measures set up by the Zhang family to prevent their descendants from entering this place again.

The Zhang family hid something here that was extremely dangerous to them, and this thing was likely related to Wang Zanghai's relentless pursuit.

Meanwhile, to prevent Wang Zanghai from obtaining this item, the Zhang family created the Yama riding a corpse to kill the one who opened the door.

They painstakingly created such a massive trap, but before the Wang family found it, the trap took an unexpected turn. The dead object hidden inside the corpse disappeared, and the King of Hell riding the corpse seemed to have lost control.

The unexpected changes to the Zhang family's original plan did not have a significant impact on them, but they harmed the Khampa people.

One of the reasons for rejecting the idea of ​​sacrificing the minority for the benefit of the majority is the guilt of harming others for personal gain. However, when this guilt is small enough, people will still choose to support it.

Because of their selfish nature, people still hope that others can fulfill their own interests. When these interests are aligned with the majority or even affect the overall situation, those who are isolated will be abandoned.

Therefore, the praise of virtues such as selflessness and sacrifice in morality is merely a whitewash by those behind the scenes.

But for the Zhang family, who were locked in darkness and suffocated to death, and for the Khampa girls who have been forced to become corpses for thousands of years because of the Yama riding on their corpses, without even a death process, such a practice is extremely cruel.

Now that the Wang family has found this place, Zhang Wuxun's eyes gradually turned cold, and the evil here will come to an end.

With a slight twitch of his ears, Zhang Wuxun sensed something, gestured to Wu Xie and the other to get ready, and then, as a figure flashed out from the darkness at the doorway, he shook the bell on his wrist.

The sound of her footsteps on the gravel was noticeably dragging. Everyone turned around and saw Zhang Haixing emerge wearily from the darkness. Her hind leg was bandaged with gauze, and blood was seeping from it.

Wu Xie was extremely surprised and quickly dropped the plastic ball in his hand and stood up. "How did you get hurt?"

"Where's Feng?" Zhang Wuxun frowned deeply, looking at the empty space behind her. "You let him get away?"

"I was ambushed by that bastard." Zhang Haixing's face was pale. She sat down heavily, grabbed her backpack, took out gauze and medicine powder, and re-bandaged her wound.

A deep cut was made on my calf, almost reaching the bone. As soon as the bandage was loosened, blood gushed out like a small fountain.

"What exactly happened? I don't believe you can't handle him with your skills." Zhang Wuxun knelt down to stitch up her wound. "No anesthetic, just bear with it."

“This little bit of blood won’t kill us.” Zhang Haixing said, her face full of frustration. “The people who attacked us before we blew up this bronze door were the ones behind Feng. I don’t know why they came back following the markings. They rescued Feng. I risked my life to escape back. I destroyed all the markings along the way. Every bit of time I can buy them is a good thing.”

Wu Xie peered out from the doorway. "How many of them are there?" "Roughly estimated, about twenty." Zhang Haixing munched on a compressed biscuit, trying to replenish her energy.

"Twenty-odd?" The fat man was shocked and glared at her angrily. "You've attracted locusts here!"

“Do you think I wanted this?” Zhang Haixing glared back. “Those people are all just as skilled as me, and they move very quickly. They’ve obviously been specially trained. If we’re led here, we might still have a chance to survive.”

"Vitality? Give me your grandma's twisted dough stick!" The fat man took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, and said, "Where's this 'vitality' you're talking about?"

Zhang Haixing rolled her eyes. "I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you."

Zhang Wuxun immediately understood her meaning, glanced around, and sneered, "You want to use someone else to do your dirty work? How can you guarantee that this knife will still be under your control after it has killed someone?"

Zhang Haixing took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom and shook it. "We Zhang family members never do things without leaving ourselves a backup plan. I wouldn't want to take this out unless absolutely necessary."

Zhang Wuxun took the small porcelain bottle, opened the lid, and sniffed it. A very faint scent wafted out. He seemed to recall coming into contact with this recently, but couldn't remember what it was for the moment.

He glanced discreetly at 'Wu Xie' standing in the doorway. 'Wu Xie' sniffed and mouthed to him, 'Corpse Saint Incense'.

"?" Zhang Wuxun's eyes showed a question mark.

Wu Xie's lips moved slightly, as if he was about to curse, but considering the current situation, he mouthed it again, "The King of Hell rides a corpse!"

Yama, the King of Hell, rides a corpse!!
Zhang Wuxun's heart skipped a beat. Yes, this was the same scent he had smelled not long ago in the Lama temple on the cliff—the corpse incense used to make offerings for Yama riding a corpse.

Suppressing his thoughts, he asked Zhang Haixing, "What do you plan to do? Light up the corpse incense to attract that big thing?"

“You’ll have to ask you how to do it specifically.” Zhang Haixing looked at Zhang Wuxun. “Given the age of Young Master Bai, he must have participated in at least one sacrificial ceremony by now.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Wuxun noticed Wu Xie nod at him, which reassured him slightly. He said calmly, "It's not impossible."

Zhang Wuxun thought for a moment and said to Zhang Haixing, "You rest first. Wu Xie will stay and look after you. Fatty and I will go out to set up the traps and then notify you two to come outside the cave. Is that okay?"

Zhang Haixing narrowed her eyes slightly. "Okay."

The group split up as instructed.

Fatty and Zhang Wuxun quickly took the corpse incense, shovel, and the remaining explosives to set up the trap, leaving Wu Xie and Zhang Haixing behind. The two looked at each other in silence.

“Uh…you…” Wu Xie opened his mouth and managed to squeeze out two words.

Zhang Haixing rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Why are you standing so far away? I don't like your stuff. Hurry up and help me up so you can run faster later."

Wu Xie responded with an "oh" and silently approached.

Just as he reached out to support Zhang Haixing's arm, before he could even exert any force, Zhang Haixing suddenly sharpened her eyes, grabbed 'Wu Xie's' hand, twisted his entire arm behind his back, stood up, kicked him in the back of the knee, and stepped on his legs.

"What are you doing?!" Wu Xie exclaimed in shock, struggling violently. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you old hag?"

"Pah!" Zhang Haixing cursed, then grabbed his other arm and tied them up together.

"You're a lunatic! Are you sick in the head?" Wu Xie cursed. This woman was incredibly strong; one kick to his stomach made half his body go limp with pain. He could only hope that Fatty and the others weren't too far away and could hear him. "Help! Help... Ugh... Ugh—"

"Shut up." Zhang Haixing scoffed and casually stuffed a roll of gauze into his mouth.

"Ugh—ugh—ugh!" Wu Xie glared at her angrily, his eyes almost bloodshot.

Hearing the tone of his three words, Zhang Haixing burst into laughter, the kind of smug laugh that comes from scheming and succeeding. "Oh dear, you're so pitiful. Even now, you're still so naive."

She half-squatted down, stretched out her right hand in front of 'Wu Xie', and sneered, "Do you think everyone in the world with slightly longer fingers has the surname Zhang?"

As soon as Wu Xie stopped struggling, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

who are you?
“My surname isn’t Zhang.” Zhang Haixing clicked her tongue. Her emotions regarding the surname were complicated, a mixture of annoyance and wistfulness.

Wu Xie's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the bronze door.

"Stop looking." Zhang Haixing pinched his chin and turned his head back. "Those two aren't coming back. Did you think the trap I set was to get rid of those damn Germans? Ha... There were no Germans at all. I took that foreigner out and dealt with him a long time ago."

She sighed and said with some regret, "To be honest, you weren't the best choice. If it weren't for Bai Ci being so difficult to deal with, I wouldn't have been confident I could beat him to get his blood. Actually, his blood is the most suitable. It's too difficult to find someone in the world with that kind of blood. But fortunately, you're not bad either."

Wu Xie struggled to push the gauze roll out of his mouth, panting heavily, "I clearly didn't bleed in front of you, you...you knew all along that there was something wrong with our blood? When?"

Zhang Haixing chuckled and said, "Do you think that the test you were given in the Lama Temple was just to see your resistance to the bronze bell? It was also an illusion, but didn't you ever think about why only your illusion had so many insects? That's certainly not a coincidence."

"What I didn't expect was that Bai Ci's blood could actually form a pattern; this was a surprise beyond my expectations."

Zhang Haixing remarked, "The patterns you see are not formed by the texture here. There is currently no technology in the world that can identify a type of blood in this way."

"The reason those patterns are formed is because that thing is in this cave. Your previous analysis was roughly correct. However, those squares on the dome are not its marks. Those squares are where it is currently staying."

"Look." She turned on her flashlight, turned the light up to the maximum, and shone it upwards.

The giant handprint on the dome had mysteriously disappeared at some point.

Zhang Haixing frowned, pulled out a dagger, and was about to cut the artery above 'Wu Xie's' knee when her wrist suddenly tightened.

A long, slender, fair hand reached out from the side and clamped down on her wrist, which still bore the marks of the struggle that had broken the skin after she was bound.

"The game is over, Miss Wang."

Goodnight (。-ω-)zzz