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

Chapter 6 The Ghostly Corpse Cave
Wu Xiaoxie used the bottle to flip the lower half of the corpse beetle over, revealing a fist-sized, sealed hexagonal copper wind chime attached to its tail. The chime was covered with incomprehensible incantations and glowed green.

Wu Xiaoxie gently flicked the knob, and the hexagonal copper bell started moving on its own, making the same bewitching sound he had heard before.

However, perhaps because of the small space, the sound was much clearer at this moment.

Panzi was annoyed by the noise and was about to stomp on it.

Zhang Wuxun quickly stopped him, pointing at the copper bell, "This is a good thing, it's valuable."

Pan Zi almost put the Third Master in danger because of his previous mistake, and Zhang Wuxun happened to save the Third Master. He was a man who always distinguished between gratitude and resentment, so he treated Zhang Wuxun very well. When he saw that Zhang Wuxun was stopping him, he did not continue.

Wu Sanye wanted to test Zhang Wuxun's abilities, so he said, "Although it's valuable, it's not good for this thing to keep making noise all the time; it's making my head spin."

Zhang Wuxun readily agreed, "I have a way."

As he spoke, he turned around and took out two pairs of latex gloves from the small pocket in front of his backpack. He put one on top of the other to protect his hands completely. Then he took out a small box, opened it, and took out an extremely thin steel wire with a small hook at one end.

After getting ready, Zhang Wuxun pinched the hexagonal copper bell and gestured for Pan Zi to use a dagger to cut the connection between the bell and the tail. Then, he held the bell and swished it around in the stream several times.

Everyone was baffled by his actions.

Wu Xiaoxie asked, "What, is this bell poisonous? We should just throw it away."

"No." Zhang Wuxun didn't even look up. He held the bell in one hand and used the other to thread the hooked end of the thin steel wire through a hidden hole in the bell's opening. With a snap, the bell stopped ringing, and a small stream of green, foul-smelling water flowed out.

Zhang Wuxun frowned in disgust, took out the hook, and explained, "I just find it dirty."

In the original period, some of his father's generation and descendants had already been recruited and incorporated into the state.

They are considered professionals in a special industry. They are given the title of consultant, and although their profession remains the same, the nature of their work is different.

He had a secure job and helped the archaeological team explore some difficult-to-access ancient tombs, retrieving artifacts for experts to study.

Moreover, they have five social insurances and one housing fund, which protects their lives and property, and sometimes they can even receive medals of honor.

I wear gloves partly due to work habits and partly because I'm a bit of a germaphobe.

He also has a hexagonal copper bell in his house, which he has studied countless times. It is considered one of the most amazing creations made by their Zhang family ancestor.

Although no one has figured out the intricacies of the mechanisms inside, he can still dismantle them with a little skill.

Compared to other more complex bells, this is just a practice run for now.

Zhang Wuxun rinsed the bell and hook in the stream again, then placed them on the boat plank. He took off one layer of gloves, took out a half-empty bottle of cola from his backpack, unscrewed the cap, and poured it all over the copper bell.

Cola is slightly acidic and will not harm bronze. Soaking bronze objects in cola can soften the green rust layer on the surface.

Zhang Wuxun rinsed the bell with clean water again, and finally took out a resealable bag from the side pocket of his backpack. He pinched the bag opening, turned it halfway over, put it on his hand, held the bell, and picked it up. With his other hand, he turned the bag opening back over, pinched the opening, sealed it, and put it away.

Then he sprayed the hook with the same bottle of alcohol spray before finally picking it up and putting it in another transparent flat box.

Wu Xiaoxie asked curiously, "Why don't you take it back?"

Zhang Wuxun glanced at him and explained, "The disinfection wasn't thorough just now, so we can't contaminate other tools."

Wu Xiaoxie's lips twitched. "Your germaphobia is that severe?" "No." Zhang Wuxun packed his backpack. "It's just a tiny bit, plus a tiny bit of OCD."

Seeing that Zhang Wuxun had easily dealt with the bell, Master Wu's opinion of him rose even higher, but at the same time, he became more wary.

The boatman's mangled body, gnawed by carrion beetles, floated half-submerged on the water's surface, utterly dead.

Panzi pulled the body out of the water, spat, and said, "This is what you call reaping what you sow."

Wu Xiaoxie was also relieved, "Thank goodness we were lucky."

Zhang Wuxun chuckled to himself, thinking to himself, "With a constitution that causes corpses to rise whenever a coffin is encountered and tombs to collapse whenever they are opened, you still have the nerve to call yourself lucky."

With the matter settled, the group placed the giant carrion beetle and the boatman's corpse on the bow of the boat to clear a path and continue their journey.

After walking for a while, the young man suddenly pointed and said, "We've arrived at the Corpse Pit."

Zhang Wuxun felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that greater danger lay ahead. He subtly twitched his fingertips, pinching a dart in preparation.

Although this guy is incredibly powerful, and even demons and monsters kneel before him, there's always a chance something might happen.

Master Wu also pulled out his weapon and said seriously, "Be alert, there's something strange about this place. Aim carefully before you fire."

Pan Zi and the others nodded and took out their weapons, ready to go.

The boat continued to drift further in, and the green light ahead grew brighter and brighter. The space also became much more spacious, at least we no longer had to crouch down.

Zhang Wuxun's ears twitched, and he suddenly heard the young man standing at the bow of the boat curse in German.

The translated meaning is very beautiful.

Then came the incessant cursing from Panzi and his gang. Wu Xiaoxie curiously peeked over to look, and was nearly scared stiff.

The shallows on both sides of the river were piled with green, skeletal corpses, covered with carrion beetles of all sizes.

They throbbed and swelled in dense numbers, gnawing on the rotting corpses, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Above the decaying corpse, a green crystal coffin hangs vertically on the mountainside. Inside, there seems to be a white-clad corpse, but it's too far away to tell whether it's male or female.

“There’s one over here too.” Panzi shone his flashlight over it and, upon closer inspection, found it to be an empty coffin.

At this moment, everyone had the same question in their minds: Where the hell did the corpse go?
The river turned.

Da Kui was terrified, his teeth chattering, and he could barely speak, "Big...big rice dumpling!"

Cold sweat broke out on Wu Sanye's forehead. He stretched his hand behind him and said, "Da...Da Kui, quickly take out the black donkey hoof from the bag and give it to me. I want the oldest one."

After waiting for a long time without any response, he turned around and saw that Da Kui had already fainted on the deck with his eyes rolled back.

"You son of a bitch!" Old Master Wu was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)