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

The fat man was so anxious he was cursing under his breath, but he dared not make any rash moves.

At this moment, the paper hands reached down a little further, about to poke the fat man's eyes, but suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, countless chaotic hissing and shrieking sounds came from above, and all the paper figures became agitated.

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At that moment, Wu Xie was struggling to climb up the stone steps, clinging to the edge. His right hand had just touched the steps, and before he could even exert any force, a tremendous force grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up like a chick.

"Who?" He looked up in bewilderment, only to be met with a pale and familiar paper-thin face that looked very much like his own.

As if without his knowledge, a painted-skin demon peeled off his face and pasted it onto the paper figure's face.

The paper figure stared intently at Wu Xie through its two slits of eyes that glowed with a sinister red light.

"!!" Wu Xie's exclamation caught in his throat, and his upper body involuntarily leaned back.

The most bizarre thing about these paper figures is their ability to mimic. Their faces are not fixed; the longer you stare at a paper figure, the more it resembles that person.

From the rough lines of the flat board at the beginning, it can now even make some exaggerated and funny expressions with a blank face.

The closer their faces are to humans, the more agile their movements become.

The paper figure dragged Wu Xie up from under the stone steps, turned him around by one leg, and lifted him upside down like a trophy.

Wu Xie, of course, would not sit idly by and wait for his death. His eyes flashed with sternness, and he braced himself on the ground with one hand, using his waist to flip himself up. He wrapped his legs around the paper figure's arms and twisted them forcefully, instantly flipping the paper figure to the ground.

"Sizzle," the paper figure made a tearing sound as flesh was ripped off, and an arm was ripped off.

Wu Xie escaped successfully, immediately stood up, guarded the area ahead, and slowly retreated towards the edge of the broken stone steps.

This was like stirring up trouble. The paper figures seemed to be enraged, and countless pale "Wu Xie" faces shrieked as they attacked him.

All around him, white figures danced wildly. Wu Xie felt dizzy and his ears rang. He was panting heavily, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He dodged the paper figures' attacks one after another, but he was too busy to keep up.

These paper figures cannot be killed by ordinary physical attacks. When a paper figure is broken, it will swallow its own limbs and then grow back, like a leveling-up monster. The more times it is broken, the more human-like its behavior becomes.

Two fists can't fight against many hands. Soon Wu Xie was grabbed by the paper figures. A tearing pain came from his arm. It was the biggest paper figure that looked most like him!
These paper figures are extremely vengeful and are highly aggressive towards any creature that enters the tower.

If they catch you, you'll be crippled or killed!
More paper figures, their eyes glowing red, surged toward this side, the sound of paper scraping intensifying, a soft, pattering sound like a torrential downpour.

Sharp claws swarmed forward, grabbing Wu Xie's arms and legs and pulling him around. The sharp fingers, through the sleeves of his windbreaker, almost pierced his flesh, as if they wanted to tear him apart on the spot.

Wu Xie was extremely anxious. The pain in his limbs forced him to calm down, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

He quickly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva straight at the paper figure in front of him.

He wasn't sure if these paper figures belonged to the category of evil spirits, but the things in the tomb were always the same few things that people were afraid of.

The scene was chaotic, and with the darkness, Wu Xie didn't know which one had been affected.

A piercing scream rang out, as if electrocuted, and the paper figure in front of it trembled violently.

With a tearing sound, the first paper figure was ripped in half. The other paper figures frantically grabbed the limbs of the first paper figure and tore it apart, turning it into scrap paper in an instant. The paper figure collapsed to the ground like a tattered lantern.

The paper figures scrambled for the paper figure's thin-skinned head, swallowing it whole in a few bites.

Wu Xie stared in astonishment at the scene unfolding before him. His blood could actually incite infighting among the paper figures.
No, to be more precise, it's the vitality contained in the blood.

These paper figures are all yin beings, and their natural instinct is to chase after life energy. The more life energy they consume after coming into contact with people, the more powerful the paper figure becomes.

No wonder they chased him and the fat man so far, with a do-or-die attitude, even swallowing their discarded items. After the paper figures finished devouring that last bit of life force, they were bewildered for a moment before turning their gazes to the more tempting one, the identical face with flat lips that stretched into an eerie arc.

"Damn it!" Wu Xie cursed, gritted his teeth, and untied the bandage on his left hand. He clenched his fist tightly, and the wound, which was not fully healed, burst open instantly, releasing the smell of blood.

The red light in the paper figures' eyes was even stronger.

The moment the paper figure lunged at him, Wu Xie spat out a handful of blood, then found a barely passable gap and crawled inside, spitting blood as he ran, aiming to share the good fortune equally.

The scent of life spread out like exploding fireworks, and the paper figures were instantly thrown into a frenzy, as if it were New Year's Day.

This move can be described as killing 800 enemies while losing 1500 of your own.

The one whose arm Wu Xie tore off still stubbornly chased after him, and some of the paper figures attracted by the stronger sense of life also followed.

There was a rustling sound, and Wu Xie's scalp tightened. He hurriedly dodged to the side, but it was too late.

A tremendous force slammed into him from behind, sending Wu Xie flying.

Wu Xie felt as if he had been pushed from behind by a heavy truck, and his whole body flew up uncontrollably before crashing heavily into the cave wall in front of the stone bridge.

With a bang, the color drained from Wu Xie's face instantly. He was in so much pain that he almost fainted, and it took him a long time to regain his breath.

He felt as if half of his spine was about to be shattered by the impact, and his internal organs were about to spill out.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, and Wu Xie swallowed back the blood foam that was on his lips.

Countless white shadows swayed and drifted around, like funeral banners hanging in a mourning hall being blown about by the wind.

Wu Xie's vision blurred for a moment, and things seemed to go black, like an old black and white television that couldn't receive a signal.

"……Innocent……"

He thought he heard the fat man calling him.

"Innocent!"

This time it's much clearer.

Wu Xie felt a cool breeze blowing on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a fat, eerie green face right in front of him.

The flickering yellow-green flames made the face look eerie and unpredictable, as if the paper figure had suddenly come to life and turned into a fat man, which startled him so much that he almost fainted.

"Cough cough cough..." Wu Xie felt like his lungs were going to burst from coughing, and his whole body ached terribly.

Seeing Wu Xie wake up, Fatty quickly blew out the small flame in his hand, helped him sit up, and gently patted his back, "Don't rush, don't rush, take a break, take a break before you speak."

"Cough cough... Fatty... cough... what... what's wrong with coughing?"

Wu Xie covered his mouth and nose, and it took him a while to catch his breath.

Upon hearing his question, the fat man stroked his chin, where his beard had grown to half a finger joint length and was so messy it was almost tangled, and sighed, "It's a long story."

Wu Xie's throat was incredibly dry, like it had been scratched by sandpaper. He swallowed hard and gestured to him with his eyes to stop talking nonsense.

But the fat man remained calm and unhurried, magically producing a dented military water bottle from behind him and feeding it to Wu Xie, saying, "This is all the water we have left, so we have to drink it sparingly."

Seeing that familiar broken kettle, Wu Xie's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down his spine. (End of Chapter)