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

Chapter 549 Survival by cutting off the tail
A pale hand drooped limply beside his ear. The fat man glanced at it and almost died of fright. "Holy crap, Tianzhen, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

There was no answer from behind; everything was quiet.

The fat man shrugged and called out again, "Wu Xie?" Still receiving no response, he sensed something was wrong.

How could someone be so stupid as to fall asleep at this crucial moment? Damn it, Wu Xie must have fallen for it.

At the thought of this, the fat man felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and the surrounding air suddenly became chilly. He felt as if countless eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

Wu Xie was just hit, which means that the thing that attacked him is still near the two of them, and might be hiding in some nook or cranny, watching him.

Damn it, we're in real trouble now. The two of them, one fat and one crippled, are lying here in this completely defenseless position, which is equivalent to squatting on a toilet. What's the difference between them and walking into a trap?

The fat man thought to himself that Wu Xie must have accidentally disturbed something when he reached out to touch it.

He did not see the small green hand, which meant that the pit in the rock wall in the crack contained some kind of small creature different from the nine-headed cypress.

Although this creature's attack method is covert, its lethality is relatively weak; at least it won't kill instantly.

Because Fatty could feel Wu Xie's head drooping on the back of his neck, breathing, and he was only temporarily unconscious.

After attacking Wu Xie, the thing fell silent. The fat man, with his head stiff, cautiously glanced upwards.

Just then, an extremely violent explosion came from above the crack, as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated, and the entire space above resembled a long, fiery cloud reflected in the sky at sunset.

The scorching smoke surged and billowed, like a small volcano about to erupt. The bright orange glow of the sunset dyed half the sky red, and even the cracks below shone with a lot of red light.

The burning sound of the vines was mixed with many rustling and grinding sounds, very close by, inside the rough stone wall that the fat man was supporting himself on.

It felt as if countless insects were crawling on one's eardrums, and one could almost feel the creatures wriggling in the sand beneath one's palm against the stone wall.

The fat man was startled. Damn it, there was something in the crack in the rock!
Thinking of this, he couldn't stay still any longer and decided to continue.

The entire area above is occupied by Hydra Cypress and is littered with bombs. Not to mention that he is currently carrying someone and has difficulty moving around, even if he climbs up, it will probably be a hindrance and affect the performance of the wooden fish.

It seems that going down into the crevice is the only way right now. Even if it's dangerous, as long as he can hold on for a while and save his and Wu Xie's lives, he knows that Mu Yu will definitely come down.

Besides, that old bastard Zhang Haike was active down there for quite a while. Judging from this strong stench, it might just be an ordinary pile of corpses down there.

After a quick mental search, the fat man immediately sprang into action.

Fearing that Wu Xie would fall off his back, he took out his belt and tied himself and Wu Xie together, then used his hands and feet to support himself on the stone wall and began to climb down.

The stone walls on both sides were like tofu dregs; with the slightest force, they crumbled and crumbled. The fat man had no choice but to use his hands and feet to forcefully dig a hole in the rough stone wall so that he could gain leverage.

They climbed slowly, not knowing how long they had gone down. The further they went, the more they felt a warm, humid heat, as if they had entered the exhaust vent of a steamer. The stench that rose up was mixed with the sour, fishy smell of rotting, fermenting meat.

The fat man was so overwhelmed by the fumes that he could hardly breathe. Tears streamed from his eyes, and his nostrils and connected ears were almost deafened by the fumes. Several times, he nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

Finally, a few faint green lights appeared before his eyes. He recognized the light; it was coming from the lit glow stick.

The fat man squeezed his eyes hard, and his tear-washed eyes were finally less blurry.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered a charred crater directly beneath him, blasted by detonators. Piles of corpses and bones were evenly scattered by the blast wave, creating a bizarre, radiating pattern.

Four or five glow sticks were standing upright on the shattered bones at the center of the explosion, lined up neatly like a row of young thugs on guard duty, and the green light came from them.

This is clearly Zhang Haike's masterpiece.

He had no idea where that guy had gone. The fat man craned his neck and looked around, his eyes stinging from the smoke, but he couldn't find anyone named Zhang.

It seemed relatively safe here for the time being, so the fat man simply ignored him, grabbed Wu Xie behind him, quickly let go, and jumped straight into the open space in front of the glow sticks. With a thud, he landed squarely on the center, tilted to the side to absorb the impact, and fell flat on his back. Wu Xie, who was pinned beneath him, groaned softly, his eyelids half-closed, barely awake.

The fat man turned his head and looked over, only to find that Wu Xie's eyes were unfocused, still glazed over, as if he didn't know what day it was.

"Naive? Hey! Wake up, the moon's already high in the sky." The fat man slapped his face with a bit of force.

Wu Xie seemed to hear his voice, but only hummed a few times before giving no further response.

The fat man had no choice but to start searching for the wounds on the exposed skin of the man, trying to figure out exactly what had bitten him so that he could treat the problem accordingly.

After searching thoroughly, they found more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes, including abrasions and scratches. The most likely wound that caused Wu Xie to lose consciousness was two tiny red dots, about the size of millet grains, on the back of his hand. The surrounding skin was completely purple, and there seemed to be residual poison inside.

The fat man stared blankly at the two holes that looked like snake fangs. What should he do now? He didn't have any medical tools on hand. Should he just suck them out with his mouth?

"Let's give it a try," Fatty said, scanning his mouth with his tongue but finding no wounds. He didn't mind the mess and pouted, ready to approach Wu Xie's wound.

Just as he was about to touch her, a cold shout came from above, interrupting his actions: "What are you doing!"

That voice... sounds so familiar.

The fat man paused, looked up, and saw someone sliding straight down the rope through the crack.

The person was wearing a full protective suit, completely covered up, and also had a gas mask on their face.

However, the fat man had sharp eyes and recognized Zhang Wuxun just by looking at his figure, and was overjoyed.

"Hey, you finally made it!"

Zhang Wuxun jumped down and stood still, casually tossing him a gas mask to cover the smell. Then he half-squatted down, took Wu Xie's hand, looked at the wound, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and said, "Luckily, I arrived in time."

He glared at the fat man, annoyed. "You're really something. The wound is so black and you still dare to suck it with your mouth. Don't you want to die?"

The fat man scratched his head, his voice muffled behind his gas mask, sounding like a buzzing sound, "Then what do we do? We don't even know if this stuff is snake venom. We didn't bring any antivenom when we went into the mountains."

“No need for antivenom. The lizard that bites the sky isn’t a snake.” Zhang Wuxun shook his head and said, “It’s the venom of a very special legless lizard. This lizard just looks like a snake; it’s commonly known as the glass snake.”

Glass snakes have very fragile bodies. When threatened, they will automatically break their bodies into several pieces, allowing their heads to escape quickly. The remaining body will twitch to attract the enemy's attention, buying time for the head to escape, similar to how geckos detach their tails to survive.

"When I came down, I found several sections of translucent, greenish-yellow torso in a pit."

Zhang Wuxun took out a transparent jar from his backpack, inside which a small, semi-transparent body was still wriggling.

"Only a few extremely rare species of this thing are poisonous. I never expected that Tianzhen would run into it by such a coincidence. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky."

Zhang Wuxun muttered to himself, but his hands didn't stop moving. He took out a small knob cupping device from his medical kit, placed it on Wu Xie's hand, and used the suction of the glass cupping to draw out the poison.

Because the poisoning had lasted for quite some time, most of the toxins had spread throughout Wu Xie's body. Fortunately, he had Qilin Jie to protect him.

The venom of this thing is nowhere near as potent as that of the black-haired scaled snake, so Wu Xie's symptoms were limited to being unconscious.

The fat man slapped his butt and stood up, explaining the whole story in a few words. Then he asked, "Is it enough to just suck this thing out?"

Dark red blood, like two winding worms, slowly gushed out from Wu Xie's wound.

After a dozen seconds, the red color gradually became more vibrant.

good night