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

Reason warned Zhang Wuxun not to stuff all sorts of random things into his mouth, but instinct jumped up and angrily shouted, "When you're starving, you're capable of anything!"

It seemed that a completely new, gluttonous, obsessive, and spoiled child personality had awakened within him, devoid of good and evil, driven entirely by his whims.

Taking advantage of the sudden gust of evil wind, it attempted to gradually dismantle his consciousness in the most harmless and persuasive way, waiting for the right opportunity to completely seize control of the body.

It was at this moment that Zhang Wuxun realized that his instinct was not his human instinct, but a newly awakened spiritual perception, a kind of bestiality, as if a predator hidden in the shadows had awakened from hibernation, yawned, and sent a long-lost foraging signal to the plants and animals in the whole forest.

The sleeping behemoth awakens, the jungle trembles, and the vines rustle in response, urging the prey that has been targeted not to be foolish enough to run away, but to obediently come to its door.

A chill ran through Zhang Wuxun's heart, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear. He was so close to being persuaded by that intense desire.

These tendrils and the activated evolutionary source within his body have a kind of complementary symbiotic relationship.

Unlike the simple and direct mutual feeding between the human-faced bird and the monkey in the mouth, Zhang Wuxun's view of Tengxu's behavior was more like that of a companion servant providing for its dependent master.

He sensed no hostility or predatory signals from these vines; instead, they emanated a skilled sense of pleasure.

It's as if an old friend, an elder in your family, comes to visit, picks you up when you're still a baby, stuffs a handful of candy into your hands, and says affectionately, "I held you when you were just born," and then your elder tells you, "Yes, he delivered you."

The vines live because of the snake species, thus nourishing the snake species with their own power.

This is where the giant snake perished, and also the birthplace and place of development for snake species. So where was their ancestral home before they migrated? Was their true ancestral home devoured by that polluted energy?

Zhang Wuxun inevitably felt a sense of urgency. Clearly, the devouring was still continuing, because there were not many snake species left in the world. In the darkness, he seemed to be able to sense the connection between the unconsciously dissipated energies of the other snake species, but the location was not clear. Although it was only for a brief moment, this connection did exist.

Does this mean that as long as he has enough energy to continue evolving, he will eventually find the origin of the giant serpent?

So, is that place the sacred site that Zhang Menyu mentioned before? Zhang Menyu activated the awakened snake species before him.

Since the system guided him here, it means that this place must be related to the Zhang family and the ultimate.

The young man knew part of the connection, but not the cause. All he could do was continue the way his ancestors had done and guard that door for the long years to come.

Zhang Wuxun figured out the key to the matter, but he became increasingly confused about the future. No wonder the system always used the excuse that it was temporarily unable to know. Without sufficient strength to match, the more he knew, the greater the crisis he would face.

The Wang family is just a somewhat troublesome opponent at present, no wonder the system said, "The host's opponent has never been the Wang family."

The real crisis still lies hidden in the unknown. Even with the system's incredible abilities, the first two hosts only touched the edge of the end, taking a small step forward.

A wave of sadness washed over Zhang Wuxun, and the hidden pain slowly spread. So this was the truth behind his abandonment; those lost memories were also a form of protection.

The delicate fragrance floating in the air gradually faded away. When Zhang Wuxun raised his hand to press against his aching chest, he realized that he could move his limbs again.

He came to his senses and discovered that the white vines binding him had quietly merged together, forming a complete apricot-white arc-shaped space.

He looked around in surprise, his hands moving through the sticky, transparent liquid covering him, spinning around as if swimming in water, and the tendrils actually turned into an egg! The scene before him was incredibly familiar, as if he had returned to the bronze tree in the Qinling Mountains.

The gentle, delicate egg liquid and suitable temperature are ideal for incubation.

Zhang Wuxun raised his hand and gently pushed, and with a crack, a sparse red light shone in from the shell, piercing through the darkness. Then, his entire palm emerged, its scales shimmering, before instantly dissipating at his fingertips.

The cracking sound continued to spread, and the initial crack ran longitudinally through the entire egg, completely destroying the balance structure on the surface of the eggshell. The white vine hanging from the top could not bear the weight and was about to fall.

Finally, the long, oval-shaped white egg cracked open completely, and a person fell out and into the hot spring below.

Caught off guard, Zhang Wuxun was completely submerged in the water, choking and coughing as he surfaced, his breath filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

He could hear the sound of flowing water. It was a living hot spring pool, very deep. When Zhang Wuxun fell in, he fell several meters without touching the bottom.

Upon closer inspection, all of his clothes and backpack were gone, most likely disassembled like last time. His skin was also smooth and soft, as if a snake had shed its skin.

He looked down and saw that even the centipede-like scars that had been left on his chest and abdomen had all disappeared along with this change.

And that's not all. Zhang Wuxun discovered that the most obvious change in his body was in the vomeronasal organs in front of his nasal cavity, which should have long since degenerated. These were a pair of very special chemoreceptor organs.

In snakes, the forked tongue is not a sensitive taste organ. The tongue that is constantly flicked out is actually collecting odor particles in the air, capturing them, and then sending them to the vomeronasal organ, which is connected to the olfactory nerve and the olfactory center in the temporal lobe of the brain, thus completing the environmental discrimination.

The instant Zhang Wuxun realized this change and activated his senses, countless mixed and unknown smells rushed towards him, and a large amount of complex and redundant information flooded into his nasal cavity.

Zhang Wuxun's senses were all stimulated and activated, making him excited. Invisible tentacles spread out around him, capturing information in the air and filling his brain without reservation.

Zhang Wuxun was so stunned by the rush of water that he stood frozen in place, forgetting even to paddle. He sank into the water and was forced to choke back up.

He clutched his throbbing nose, coughing desperately to expel the water that had entered his trachea. His temples, along with his face and scalp, throbbed with pain. Instinctively aware of the discomfort, he shut down all his senses.

At that moment, the world seemed to have plunged into a black hole, all living things fell into deathly silence, and even sight and hearing were shut down.

It took Zhang Wuxun a long time to recover. He gradually relaxed his senses, re-perceived his surroundings, slowly adapted to his newly evolved organs, and learned to control them.

As Zhang Wuxun gradually gets used to the new things in his nose, he also tries to distinguish various smells and perceive this "different" world.

As he swung his arms, he was enveloped in a mixture of salty, damp air, an overpowering stench of sulfur, a fresh, slightly sweet scent of vines, and the vibrant, rain-like aroma emanating from the fiery red rocks in the cave. These scents, like tiny hooks, kept drawing him in, much like how most cats would instinctively pounce and roll around on catnip.

Zhang Wuxun controlled the process, searching for familiar people among the dozen or so scents he could currently identify.

Above, not far away at the top, countless white eggs hung from beneath the massive tree canopy.

He smelled a living creature inside one of the white eggs—Zhang Haike. (End of Chapter)