The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 155 - 55: Hair Extensions? They’re Alive!

Due to the sudden loss of sanity of the fake Meng Qingyu, Qinghan, the leader, and the others were forced to start a terrifying game of ’hide and seek’.

During their escape, they each looked for a place to hide. Qinghan found this room because it had a wardrobe he could crawl into.

I recall that hiding in wardrobes seems to make it easier for various monsters in horror films to find you?!

"So who is steering the ship?" I shook off my baseless imagination and hurriedly asked about serious matters.

"Beauty Snake," Qinghan said, then suddenly made a gesture for me to be silent.

The ship gradually steadied, and faintly, there seemed to be a melodic whistling sound echoing in the corridor.

I approached the door, pressing my ear against the panel and heard someone outside chuckling softly, "Hehe... heh... Knock, Knock~"

Knock, knock, knock——

The gentle knocking came from somewhere in the middle of the corridor. There were quite a few rooms in the lower cabin, and if the person knocked door by door, it would take about ten minutes to reach us.

The person outside sounded like a man, and combined with the eerie laughter and knocking, it must be the fake Meng Qingyu.

I am a destroyer of all things terrifying and tense; I just don’t believe this person can withstand the power of the Karmic Fire.

The sound of metal dragging on the ground heightened the eerie atmosphere. I pointed to the wardrobe in the room, signaling Qinghan to hide in it.

Although wardrobes and under beds are hotspots for horror events, it also depends on who is in the room.

Qinghan, never one to stand on ceremony with me, received my signal and immediately crawled into the wardrobe and shut the door tight.

The fake Meng Qingyu was still some distance from this room at the end of the cabin, so I stood up and slowly opened the door.

The corridor was pitch black. As the door gradually opened, having just backed into the corridor and the room, my hair was disheveled, with overlong bangs covering my face.

I stood inside the door and beckoned to the figure in the middle of the corridor. He was dragging a long sword, its tip dragging on the ground, and the metallic scraping sound clearly came from that sword.

"Come here... Come on..." I mimicked his weird tone, thinking that even if I couldn’t kill him, at least I could burn the sword in his hand.

Fake Meng Qingyu paused, facing me. His eyes glowed green in the dark, resembling the eyes of a nocturnal beast.

Anyway, human eyes don’t turn green in the dark. I took a step forward, continued beckoning, and whispered in a breathy voice, "Come on..."

If he was someone who lost his mind, he wouldn’t fear my ghostly antics, but the fake Meng Qingyu, for some unknown reason, retreated two steps upon hearing my ’summons’.

His sword scraped the floor with a grating noise. I wanted to test if he was afraid, so I stepped forward again.

I take two steps forward, he takes four steps back, and when I rush towards him, he turns and flees.

After chasing him for more than ten steps, he was already climbing the stairs. I didn’t continue pursuing, fearing it was a trap to lure me in.

Qinghan must have heard our chasing footsteps, as he emerged from the wardrobe, standing at the door and peering into the corridor.

I turned back and waved at him; he looked grave and raised his hand, signaling me not to move.

I thought the fake Meng Qingyu was doubling back to deliver a sneak attack, but Qinghan’s expression didn’t seem to suggest that.

His gaze was fixed on me, not behind me. If the fake Meng Qingyu planned to attack, he would surely have charged from behind in the corridor.

"Ah——"

Before Qinghan could reach me, a piercing scream resonated from the upper cabin, cracking in tone, so indistinguishable that I couldn’t tell who it was, but it definitely wasn’t Bi Shi because it was a man’s voice.

I instinctively turned to look at the ceiling. That man fell with a thud, then began to crawl, making a skittering noise.

Before I turned halfway back, I saw Qinghan raising his sword to slash at me.

His eye was cold as a blade, completely different from the usual look he gave me. I dodged, trying to avoid it, but then I heard him sharply command, "Don’t move!"

Swish——

The treasure sword skimmed my back, something fell to the ground. I looked down and saw just a clump of long hair.

"What are you doing? Trying to play the barber?" I’m not attached to long hair, but since Qinghan isn’t a professional, and since he used a sword to cut it, it’s probably much like the style Master Wang from the village gives.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than the clump of hair scurried away...

In horror movies, I’ve always seen hair crawling out from under beds, bathtubs, or hanging from ceilings, but now I was witnessing a real-life version of ’living’ hair.

Only when the hair had run off did Qinghan finally relax his tense shoulders, then he sheathed his sword.

"That might be what scared him just now." Qinghan glanced toward the direction where the hair disappeared, into the depths of the dark corridor.

"A wig sprite?" I couldn’t think of any other adjective to describe it.

"Not sure, we haven’t encountered such a thing before," Qinghan shook his head.

"You’ve been hiding here for a week; what have you been eating?" I looked at Qinghan skeptically. We both arrived bare-handed, without even a backpack, and the food of Meng Qingyu and Old Shi was exhausted during the escape.

"There’s food here," Qinghan’s answer surprised me.

"Hasn’t this place been abandoned for a long time? You’re quite bold!"

"There’s an area where you can catch fish," Qinghan didn’t elaborate, "Let’s go, let’s catch that person first."

With my arrival, his confidence soared. I also wanted to see who had been screaming earlier.

As we climbed the stairs, Qinghan said the wig sprite had been clinging to my back, its claws bared like statically charged hair. That’s when the fake Meng Qingyu escaped.

I wore a wig without even realizing it, without feeling anything unusual. It was light and airy, and my original hair bore no burden. If sold to the balding, it could surely make big money.

Just that it could run, who knows if others could accept that.

"Get him when you see him," Qinghan instructed.

"Okay, no funny business," I nodded firmly.

Through the corridor’s porthole, blue halos gleamed in from outside. I glanced to see it was schools of large, blue-glowing fish.

They swam past the window, seemingly aware of people inside, peering in with one eye.

In the underwater world, this ’submarine’ was like a human fishbowl, we were the amusing ’creatures’ for sea life to observe.

The Shell Ship was slowly descending, cruising steadily on the ocean floor. Initially, only the portholes, like frosted glass, showed the outside scenery.

But after diving to a certain depth, the ship’s body gradually became transparent, and the bow and stern were illuminated by something unknown, revealing the outside scenery all at once.