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

Chapter 519 The King of Hell is Coming
The fat man peeked at Zhang Haixing and asked Zhang Wuxun, "What's going on? Could that mask be her brother's?"

"Maybe, I took it from the face of a leader from the Wang family." Zhang Wuxun didn't say more.

"Give me a rope." Zhang Haixing gave him a deep look, gritted her teeth, and lifted her foot to walk into the black mud.

“We don’t need you. We’ll keep you for another purpose when Zhang Haike and the others come over.” Zhang Wuxun waved his hand to stop her, and then asked, “By the way, where did you put Feng? That guy is useless now, he’ll be perfect as a corpse mount.”

"Riding Dwarf Feng?" the fat man exclaimed in shock. "Is that even possible? Weren't they supposed to ride female corpses?"

“It’s just a means of transportation; it doesn’t matter what you ride,” Zhang Wuxun said.

Zhang Haixing remained noncommittal; she would be more than happy to be spared.

"Okay then." The fat man believed him and chuckled twice.

I reckon that old man Yama doesn't distinguish between men and women, he's really inconsiderate.

Looking around, the fat man leaped onto a nearby pile of stones, lifted the stone slab covering it, and said, "It's right here. The old man is still dizzy."

Zhang Haixing had tricked Fatty and Wu Xie, who was pretending to be Zhang Wuxun, into leaving. They hadn't gone far when they saw a person curled up on the muddy ground, half of their body hidden by stones, so they couldn't see clearly.

The fat man was on guard and carefully climbed over with a rope tied around his waist. He was quite surprised when he recognized the clay figure as Feng. He checked the person's breathing and found that he was still alive, so he dragged him into a crevice in the rocks and hid him.

"Come on over and lend a hand, get Shorty Feng out of here," the fat man called out.

Zhang Wuxun also climbed onto the pile of stones, and together with the fat man, they each grabbed one of Feng's arms and pulled him out of the pit.

Seeing the ropes tightly binding Feng's body, and the wires piercing through his palms and soles, Zhang Wuxun raised an eyebrow. This was a binding method designed to cripple someone.

The fat man pursed his lips and denied it, saying, "I didn't do it. Only that old hag could come up with such an evil way to torture people." He then glanced meaningfully at someone.

Zhang Haixing didn't even blink, appearing extremely ruthless.

The fat man scoffed, lightly kicked Feng, and said, "Hey? This bastard still isn't awake at this hour. Is he faking it?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as we can lure out the King of Hell riding the corpse."

Zhang Wuxun removed the wire from Feng's hands, retied his feet, and tied a rope around his waist so that he could be dragged a short distance in case of an emergency.

Zhang Wuxun did not intend to get rid of him immediately. Holding this German under control would be beneficial for them in dealing with Anjing Company in the future.

He carried the man directly to the trap set by the fat man, positioning him so that Feng's head was facing the Corpse Saint Incense on the can.

Finally, they placed several makeshift incendiary bombs around the trap, leaving a few for the fat man and his companions. They discovered that the black sludge, like solidified grease, could be burned.

With everything prepared, Zhang Wuxun lit the Corpse Saint Incense.

Soon, a strange, sweet and fishy smell wafted out, mixed with the fragrance of pine oil; the taste was very peculiar.

The group covered their mouths and noses and quietly hid behind a large rock not far away.

Wu Xie still had some questions. He lowered his voice and said, "Why don't we just put the trap right in front of the bronze door?"

Zhang Wuxun stared intently at the dark area inside the bronze doorway, and answered him in a low voice, "Because within the area enveloped by the meteorite, we cannot detect its traces, nor can we effectively harm it. Although the blood can confirm its movement, it cannot restrict its actions."

Only when it leaves the area of ​​the meteorite will Yama riding the corpse reveal its true form.

The group nodded thoughtfully. Zhang Haixing glanced at Zhang Wuxun's face, her eyes filled with a mixture of realization and resentment.

They lay in wait for almost twenty minutes, but there was no movement from the bronze door.

The fat man shifted his position, feeling restless, and thought to himself, "How about we send someone over to fan the air and blow the fragrance into the room? It seems like there's not enough air down here. I can hardly breathe."

Zhang Haixing said irritably, "Just bear with it a little longer. Although that incense is poisonous, it won't kill all of us."

She deliberately didn't remind her; although she was under someone else's control, it didn't mean she didn't have a temper.

Zhang Wuxun glanced at her with some surprise; this was something he hadn't expected.

The fat man glared angrily, "You old hag, you did this on purpose... huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and raised his hand to touch his messy head. "What is that?"

Drip, a drop of water gently falls onto the back of my hand.

"Huh? It's raining?"

The fat man took a look and was stunned. He thought to himself, "Where did this rain come from in this place with no holes or gaps and no connection to the sky?"
The group watched helplessly as a few more drops of water fell and landed on the fat man's head.

In the time it takes to breathe, more and more water droplets fall, and now everyone can feel it.

They immediately looked up and saw countless drops of liquid beginning to fall from the darkness above them, drawing vertical lines. The sound grew more and more rapid, and in the blink of an eye, the drizzle turned into a downpour, falling haphazardly here and there, sometimes in one spot, sometimes in another.

Zhang Wuxun caught a handful of rainwater, brought it to his nose and sniffed. A salty, fishy smell wafted up, like water that had been used to wash sea fish several times. It was salty, clear, and not corrosive at all.

"Ptooey! It's really raining, and it's salty rain." Wu Xie took off the collar of his mask and spat out the rainwater he had accidentally swallowed.

He thought to himself, "Wow, this is amazing! It can even rain underground. I wonder what kind of meteorological conditions cause this kind of underground rain."

More liquid dripped down from all around. Zhang Wuxun's fingers were wrapped around a spun flashlight, and through the faint light shining through his fingers, one could see the water lines continuously falling from the darkness above.

The rain was scattered, falling in patches here and there. In some places it was a light drizzle, while in others it cascaded down like small waterfalls, splashing against the rocks. The spray was cool and damp, and Zhang Wuxun and his companions felt as if they had been transported back to the ship they were on when they sailed to the Xisha Islands.

"Does it rain in the Himalayas?" the fat man asked in surprise. "Could it be because there are volcanic hot springs above us, and it suddenly rains up there, and the water seeps in through the cracks in the rocks?"

Zhang Haixing frowned and guessed, "Theoretically, it can rain anywhere, but shouldn't it snow in a place like this? Or is it just melted snow?" "What do you think?" she asked Zhang Wuxun.

“Something’s not right.” Zhang Wuxun’s expression was grave. He glanced at Wu Xie subconsciously and suddenly realized that he had indirectly witnessed such a scene at some point in the past.

“This is no ordinary rain,” he said. “Naive, do you remember that videotape we watched in the snake swamp?”

Wu Xie was startled, as if he had been suddenly struck by lightning. His whole body trembled, and those terrifying memories flooded back into his mind.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that Chen Wenjin and the others have been here before?"

“No, that’s unlikely.” Wu Xie shook his head again, denying his guess. “According to the sequence of events, the darkness in the videotape should be in the snake swamp.”

Moreover, he remembered that lightning would occur in that darkness, accompanied by indistinct loud noises, indicating a more open climate.

Zhang Wuxun fell into an eerie silence, and considering that there were many people around, he did not mention the other possibility.

"What? What are you talking about?" The fat man looked completely bewildered.

When Zhang Wuxun and the other man were watching the video on Master Wu's computer, Fatty was still unconscious due to snake venom, so he couldn't keep up with their train of thought for a moment.

The fat man hesitated for less than two seconds before his attention was immediately drawn to something else. "Have you guys heard any strange noises?"

Zhang Wuxun snapped out of his daze, held his breath and listened intently, and immediately sensed something approaching from the water.

A noticeable disturbance appeared amidst the sound of dripping rain, in bursts—the sound of water washing over one's body and then flowing away.

It sounds like someone playing under a waterfall, sometimes getting splashed, sometimes jumping away – the frequency of the water sounds changes.

Something is walking in the rain.

Zhang Wuxun put down the flashlight and shone it in the direction where he had caught the sound.

Everyone looked over and were instantly stunned when they saw the enormous, mountain-like transparent outline so close at hand.

In the pale light of the rain curtain, about three or four meters directly in front of the artificial swamp, there seemed to be an invisible, suspended umbrella. All the water dripping from it was blocked in mid-air by the "umbrella," and the water flowed down along the edge of the object, forming a huge human shape.

The thing was in a very strange state. Where the water flowed, the humanoid shape itself was a completely transparent air bag, and nothing could be seen inside.

Where the water did not flow, the surface shimmered with the luster of metallic armor in various colors, creating a dazzling and dreamlike effect, like a strange 3D special effects painting.

The fat man suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Holy crap! There's something in this rainwater that changes color depending on what's in it!"

Wu Xie subconsciously cupped his hands, and the rainwater quickly gathered into a small puddle. In the afterglow of the flashlight, the puddle contained several complex colors, flickering and changing constantly. After flashing for a while, it turned directly into a transparent gray.

It felt as if a dent had appeared in Wu Xie's palm, as if he were cupping the darkness in his hands.

Everyone immediately realized that there was a very peculiar microorganism in the water that could become the most obvious color of its surroundings, perfectly concealing itself and the objects it was attached to.

The enormous humanoid figure suddenly moved, and the entire space in front of it seemed to distort. The huge armor trembled as it moved, yet it made no sound.

The whole scene was like a silent film accompanied by the sound of rain, and Wu Xie even felt a touch of art in it.

Everyone's eyes widened to the extreme, as if they were about to break free of their eye sockets, their eyelashes practically bursting open.

"Will our plan really work..." Wu Xie murmured, this thing is just too big.

The outline they can see right now is already four meters long, not including its shoulders and head.

Its head and shoulders are still hidden in the rainwater, turning into the same texture and color as the stones on top, making it impossible to see how high the upper part is from the bottom up.

Everyone suddenly felt extremely sorry for Feng.

That thing was enormous, like an ancient mammoth that had turned into a fossil.

If this is the King of Hell, the living corpse he rides must be a hippopotamus. Feng's body, which appears somewhat robust to ordinary people, is not even a fraction the size of a hippopotamus.

Compared to that monster, all of them together looked like a few kittens. That thing's leg alone was as thick as three Zhang Haixing hugging each other.

Zhang Haixing's expression changed slightly, and she even looked at Zhang Wuxun with a hint of gratitude. Not being afraid of death doesn't mean she's willing to go and die. Even if she had the courage of Erlang Shen splitting Mount Peach, she wouldn't want to just walk into the mess and get tortured.

The closer they got, the more obvious the contrast became. Everyone looked at Feng, who looked like a tiny ant. Whether he was really dizzy or faking it before, he was probably really scared to death now.

Feng Quan knelt on the slightly harder part of the swamp, trembling like a blender, struggling to back away, but half of his calf sank in and he couldn't move.

They couldn't see Feng's face from where they were hiding, but they guessed it wasn't much better; it was either green or gray. However, when they realized they had nowhere to retreat, Feng didn't scream in fear.

Zhang Wuxun still wanted to spare Feng's life. He gestured for Wu Xie and the others to hide, intending to sneak over and pull Feng back by the rope.

Just a few steps later, before they could even pull the rope, the space flashed again, and the sky seemed to collapse from mid-air. Countless armor scales shimmered eerily, displaying colors of gold, dark gold, cyan gold, silver, gray, and blue, their ancient appearance revealing various ominous hues as if they had been poisoned.

In that instant, a huge bronze mask suddenly emerged, rapidly approaching Feng from above until it was level with him, almost face to face.

That was the head of the King of Hell riding a corpse, wearing a mask welded together with a bronze helmet, as large as a millstone.

Perhaps before Zhang Wuxun and the others opened that door, the space inside was completely blocked by silt and devoid of oxygen. The mask was still pure metallic, with some black rust spots mottled under the original golden luster of bronze.

Such close contact, the surging bloody wind forced Zhang Wuxun to involuntarily take a step back, while Feng remained remarkably calm.

Immediately afterwards, all of Yama's limbs hidden in the rain began to move, one after another emerging from the water, their scales undulating and shimmering, their massive arms, like the legs of a crawling spider, slowly assuming the shapes of some Buddhas in religion.

Zhang Wuxun had seen this design more than once, in the murals on the locked floor of the Lama Temple, and also on the altar of the Khampa Luo that was buried by an avalanche.

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