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

Chapter 65 Human Face Mask
The secret passage reeked of mold, making it unbearable to the nose.

Zhang Wuxun held his breath and ran down the stone steps in three quick steps.

The bronze tree, nearly ten meters thick and towering into the clouds, is right in front of you.

Just as Zhang Wuxun approached, a large, already dead corpse beetle fell to the ground in front of him with a thud. Its arms and legs twitched a few times before turning into a puddle of corpse beetle mud.

Immediately afterwards, a rain of corpse beetles of all sizes fell from above with a crackling sound.

Zhang Wuxun was startled and quickly retreated to a safe distance.

The temperature here is very high, and strong gusts of hot wind make people dizzy. Coupled with the occasional shrill screams from above, it makes people inexplicably irritable and uneasy.

After the corpse beetle rain stopped for a while, Zhang Wu thought for a moment and took out a pair of rubber gloves and a pair of cotton gloves from his space. With two layers of protection, he put on the rubber gloves first and then put on the cotton gloves over them to increase friction.

Holding onto the paulownia branches extending from the bronze tree trunk, they quickly climbed upwards.

The gnarled branches of the paulownia tree are still covered with scattered small twigs, and one must be careful not to tear one's clothes when walking among them.

At first, the gaps between the branches are relatively large, making it easier to climb. As you continue upwards, the branches become denser.

After climbing nearly a hundred meters, Zhang Wuxun caught a whiff of blood and frowned slightly. Was someone injured?

Could it be Wu Xiaoxie?
Zhang Wuxun grew anxious and quickened his climbing speed.

The stench of blood grew stronger. Zhang Wuxun noticed that within the thundercloud patterns on the bronze tree, blood was slowly flowing along the blood-drawing grooves. Zhang Wuxun dipped his finger in it, sniffed it, and realized it wasn't just human blood; it was mixed with the blood of other scavengers. Human blood didn't smell this bad.

With a thud, a heavy object fell from a tree trunk next to Zhang Wuxun, causing the branches beneath his feet to shake. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a white-haired monkey, about half the size of an adult, that had fallen. The immense inertia caused by gravity had pierced its chest through a thin twig erected from a large paulownia tree branch, which was how it managed to stay afloat.

The sticky, foul smell of blood immediately spread. Blood dripped from the branches onto the branches below, then flowed down the slightly tilted trunk into the blood-drawing groove. In an instant, that area and the surrounding thundercloud patterns were stained with blood, which continued to spread downwards along the patterns.

Zhang Wuxun suddenly remembered the flame-patterned altar in the center of the Zhujiuyin Cave, which was also a blood-drawing sacrifice device. He wondered if there was any connection between the bronze tree and that altar.

But now is not the time to think about these things; the most urgent task is to find Xiao Tianzhen.

Continuing upwards, Zhang Wuxun saw another white-haired monkey corpse. The wounds on this monkey were clearly caused by Lao Yang's broken homemade gun; a large patch of its belly was rotten, and the fur around it was blackened by gunpowder.

Unlike the previous one, this corpse of a monkey wore a deathly pale mask on its face.

As Zhang Wuxun passed by, the mask suddenly moved. From his angle, the facial features on the mask looked strangely ambiguous, as if they were smiling but not smiling.

At the same time, eight dark, arthropod legs protrude from beneath the mask.

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