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

Chapter 521 Being targeted
The waist, half-folded and half-pulled, was twisted awkwardly like a pretzel that couldn't be pinched. The iconic bronze helmet of the King of Wannu was crooked, and his neck was probably badly damaged as well.

The black mud in the swamp was almost blasted into all directions, like half-dead mudfish being slapped onto the rocks. The rest wrapped around Wan Nu Wang and crawled into various crevices, with even the still-burning flames clinging to its body, but it didn't seem to be afraid of fire.

Only a huge, rotten pit remained, trapping the twelve-armed giant corpse inside.

Perhaps the Corpse Saint Incense was also wrapped in mud and flew away to who knows where, because the twelve-armed giant corpse, which had lost its guidance, did not move immediately after slowly standing up.

Ignoring the copper pieces stuck in their bodies, Wu Xie and his companion retreated while keeping a wary eye on Wan Nu Wang and glancing around the rocks near the crater, searching for Zhang Wuxun.

Although it's unclear how the wooden fish managed to detonate the detonator amidst that eerie drumbeat, interrupting the twelve-armed monster's spellcasting, it's likely that the wooden fish itself had taken precautions beforehand.

The only thing that worried Wu Xie was whether the sudden change was Zhang Haixing's doing behind the scenes. That woman wasn't the type to give up easily.

Wu Xie dared not gamble on that pitifully small chance of luck. The fact that Zhang Haixing was unaffected by the drumbeats was strange enough. Mu Yu had something she wanted, so the most likely explanation was that the two of them were hiding somewhere at the moment, or that Mu Yu was the one being controlled.

Thinking about it this way, his heart sank uncontrollably.

Feng fainted at their feet, gasping for breath, looking like he was about to die.

Suddenly, Wu Xie felt a gaze fixed on him, eerie and chilling. A cold sensation shot straight to the back of his head, as if a venomous snake had coiled around his neck, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up uncontrollably.

He suppressed his fear and looked back at the ominous gaze, only to be suddenly met by a pair of fist-sized, solid green eye sockets.

His scalp tingled instantly; damn it, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves was staring at him!
why?
A storm immediately raged in Wu Xie's mind as he racked his brains to think of the reason.

The fat man next to them also noticed something was wrong. He pulled Wu Xie and tentatively moved a few steps to the side, but the malicious gaze kept following them.

"Damn it, you've been targeted." The fat man's lips moved, his voice barely audible.

Wu Xie even felt a sense of relief, as if he had just realized it. Had his unlucky streak become this severe?

After a moment of eye contact, the twelve-armed monster seemed to have confirmed something and began to move. Its remaining seven arms began to thrash like spiders, grabbing the rocks on the shore and starting to move in their direction.

"Damn it, run, Tianzhen!"

The fat man yelled to remind Wu Xie, pulling him back towards where he had put his backpack. He remembered that there was still one last grenade in the backpack.

The two helped each other up and stumbled along, quickly getting their backpacks. Turning back, they saw that Wan Nu Wang was still struggling at the edge of the pit.

After climbing ashore, its upper body could no longer support itself on the bank with its arms as it had in the pit, so its entire body was now moving in an uncoordinated manner. As soon as it stood up, it fell back to one side, like a large, dilapidated wooden puppet that had been neglected for a long time.

Fortunately, it still had many hands left, which immediately braced itself. At the same time, it loosened its waist, and countless fine white sand grains began to leak out from the ruptured armor.

The fat man paused, holding the grenade in his hand. "What's going on with this thing? Why is there still stuffing inside? It looks like a giant, human-shaped sandbag that's leaked."

Wu Xie frowned as he looked at the pile of white sand that had accumulated, and wondered, "Is it hollow inside? What is its outer shell made of? It can't possibly have been hatched from an ancient giant race that was five or six meters tall and had so many arms, or a mutated pterosaur egg, right?"

Because its waist could not support it, the twelve-armed monster's movements became very strange. It could not stand up, but kept trying to straighten its waist. At the same time, it tried to cover the hole in the white sand with its hands. It was so busy that it stumbled and fell down repeatedly, resulting in even more sand leaking out. It felt like the sand was about to tear it off.

The fat man grinned. "Why don't we give it a hand and send it to the afterlife?" The flashlight had already been destroyed in the rain, so the two of them scooped up a lot of semi-dry black mud, wrapped it around the head of their entrenching tools to make a simple torch, and then lit it to light the way.

For some unknown reason, whenever Wu Xie approached, Yama would become as excited as if he had taken a stimulant, digging at the ground and crawling desperately in his direction.

Upon seeing the situation, the fat man told him to hide behind the rock, then slowly approached, unplugged the grenade, aimed at the gap between the intertwined arms, and threw it close to the ground towards the belly of the King of Hell.

Then he ran back and hid with Wu Xie, protecting his head.

The grenade exploded the moment they crouched down, sending shattered rocks raining down on the two of them.

Wu Xie and his companion cautiously peeked out like groundhogs, only to see that the attack had completely shattered Yama's waist, leaving his armor in pieces and revealing the skin beneath.

At first glance, Wu Xie and Fatty were both completely bewildered.

After the armor covering his entire abdomen was blown off, Yama's upper body was completely exposed. His mask and helmet were also blown apart, and looking through the gaps, one could see that they were full of irregular holes of various sizes.

Wu Xie and his companion were utterly stunned. Underneath the mask of the King of Hell was a spherical stone, a black stone shaped like a honeycomb briquette, without even the most basic holes for facial features.

"Is Yama's head a piece of coal dust?" the fat man exclaimed in surprise.

The stone sphere, riddled with holes, was inserted into the massive torso. Even more shocking was that the torso was indeed a complete, desiccated corpse, covered in short black hair, like a moldy loaf of bread in a petri dish.

A large amount of white sand flowed from the completely severed mummified corpse. The fat man looked dazed, as if recalling something. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he backed away, saying, "Damn it, someone hollowed out a zombie! This is a fighting corpse!"

Wu Xie was puzzled. "What?"

Turning back, they saw Yama, now free of his lower body, precisely turn his stone head towards them and begin to crawl towards them at lightning speed, several times faster than when he had legs.

"Run!" the fat man cried out in alarm. "This is the real form of the King of Hell! Don't let it catch you, it wants to use you as its lower body!"

"Holy crap? Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Wu Xie turned around and ran as fast as he could, completely disregarding whether he would stumble or fall, leaping and zigzagging with Fatty as they raced.

Then he realized in despair that no matter how much the fat man shouted and yelled, the half-dead Yama was only chasing him from beginning to end.

The sounds chasing after him were getting closer and closer, and Wu Xie was practically going crazy.

Just as he was about to lose his composure and had a premonition of how terrible things were about to happen, a dark shadow nimbly pounced on him. A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and he felt a sudden heaviness followed by a sudden lightness as his windbreaker was ripped off.

Lying on his back on the ground, Wu Xie was a little dazed, and didn't even feel how much pain he had just fallen.

The fat man rushed over and helped him up. "Are you alright?"

Wu Xie grabbed his arm, craning his neck to look back, "That person just now looked like... Mu Yu!"

Good night (0`)