The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 172 - 173: Do I Smell Good?

Professor Liu told me the way out is to disguise as a monster, but there are no monsters on our ship right now.

No, we actually have one!

I playfully patted the little arm around my neck. Though it’s small, it at least counts as a monster.

Besides, it comes from the Undersea City, and the barrier of the Sea of Sunken Ships was set by survivors of the Undersea City. Perhaps it can find a way to take us in.

I sent the team leader away and whispered to the little thing around my neck, "Do you have a way to take us in?"

Upon hearing my question, I felt the arm around my neck suddenly loosen, followed by the sound of running footsteps exiting the cabin.

I followed the sound to the fishing room, and heard a splash as the pool splattered with water; that little thing squeezed out through the fish entrance.

At this time, the Shell Ship was already surfacing, only a dozen meters from the ocean surface. Because the barrier blocked the way, the ship began circling the perimeter.

After a while, the hull suddenly shifted, returning to the previous route, and I felt that ’crossing’ sensation once again.

Then there was another splash from the fish pool; the little thing jumped up, drenched in seawater, and landed on me.

I took the opportunity to scoop up all the fish from the pool, not missing a single one. Busy all day, the team leader and the others haven’t eaten yet, and there are two injured on the island. We can host a barbecue fish feast on the island, along with some grilled lop-eared cat.

Guan Hai noticed the Shell Ship entering the Sea of Sunken Ships area, standing at the doorway glancing into the cabin with curiosity about what we sacrificed.

Seeing me coming from the fishing room, he looked surprised, "Miss Leng, why are your clothes wet?"

Not only were my clothes wet, but they were particularly wet at the collar, shoulders, and back because the little thing’s arm soaked the fabric while leaning on my back.

"Oh, the ship’s too hot, just sweating a bit." I couldn’t think of another reason. Saying I caught fish would mean the front should be wet, not the back.

Guan Hai frowned, "Hot? Why do I feel cold?"

In the deep sea without heating, the cabin couldn’t be hot. I fanned myself awkwardly, "I just caught fish, the activity warmed me up."

Guan Hai reluctantly believed me, "Then... how did the ship get in?"

I’ve lied enough already, feeling at a loss for words, I blamed Bi Shi, "Don’t know, ask Miss Wang. I was just catching fish and suddenly felt like I crossed."

Guan Hai shook his head, "It’s fine, as long as we’re back."

He looked saddened, probably feeling sorry for Professor Liu, sacrificed by Beauty Snake. If they could cross without sacrificing, they could have at least taken their mentor out for burial.

The Shell Ship stopped at the ’ship yard’ under the palace on the small island, leaving the dry heart in the chest of the corpse untouched.

If we’d known feeding blood could move it, there wouldn’t have been a need to sacrifice a life.

Now, Beauty Snake, the one responsible for the sacrifice, is dead by suicide; her body can’t be found, and the anger of the team leader and Guan Hai must be self-digested.

The team leader and Guan Hai carried Chen Qinghan and Cong Zhibo on their backs, Bi Shi clutched the music box, I took the fish and lop-eared cat, and we all returned to the palace.

The monster I scared off didn’t re-enter the city; we went straight to the hiding place of Lu Xiaodao and the others. Luckily, the three were safe, He Su still asleep, Lu Xiaodao and Zhou sustained by the wild fruits I left.

Now, Meng Qingyu’s team only has five people left. The fake Meng Qingyu planned to sacrifice them all, but she ended up in the same fate.

Beauty Snake tried everything to escape the island but died in the deeper, desolate Undersea City.

Why she had snake-like creatures in her belly, we don’t know, but the others were fine, so it should be her own issue.

We camped in White Jade City; the injured needed healing, and the uninjured needed rest.

The fish and lop-eared cat I caught were highly popular. After so many life-and-death trials, a good meal and a good sleep are the greatest comfort and happiness right now.

With Bi Shi and me keeping watch, others slept like the dead. I crouched outside, pondering how to leave the island.

Cong Zhibo survived for now, but as a vegetative state, he can’t eat or drink. To continue living, he relies on IV fluids.

The island doesn’t have this setup. Zhou checked him but couldn’t help, only managed to feed him water using grass straws, but survival can’t depend on water alone.

Bi Shi sat on the rooftop, wrapping the music box in He Su’s coat, carrying it wherever she went, never apart for a second.

"Hey, you’re becoming more and more human." From Bi Shi’s mouth, there’s never a kind word.

"Indeed, more human than you." I retorted immediately.

"Yeah, but I don’t care about their lives or deaths, won’t waste brain cells thinking of saving them."

Bi Shi snorted through her nose, as another ancient zongzi, my ’kindness’ for the living seemed to irk her.

"If you don’t find a way out, will you live on the island forever?" I paused after speaking, realizing Meng Qingyu’s team came not for leisure; the Shield Organization would definitely send a boat for them.

I wonder if the team leader knows the exact time, but I guess the fake Meng Qingyu didn’t tell them since being pawns don’t need extra info.

So long as we know the approximate time, we can wait at sea each day and deceive the incoming rescue, claiming we’ve acquired the item.

The team leader and Guan Hai slept for a day and a night, waking sooner than Lu Xiaodao and Zhou but still barely. Their long-stretched nerves, once relaxed, needed thorough rest.

While they slept, I fed Cong Zhibo some water; two days without eating, his condition was stable though he looked scary.

After the team leader woke up, I asked him if he knew the Shield would send someone to pick up Meng Qingyu.

The team leader indeed didn’t know the exact time, but Lu Xiaodao mentioned overhearing Meng Qingyu on a call, stating they couldn’t exceed three months.

If counting from the day they went out to sea, there’s ample time left. We’re not afraid to wait but concerned Cong Zhibo can’t wait.

"Alright then, I’ll see if the boat from when we landed is still there; if it’s there, no need to wait." I became the decision-maker, and no one objected. I didn’t bring helpers, as their stamina must be saved for a second jungle crossing.

For this legwork, Bi Shi didn’t follow, ostensibly to ’take care of Sleeping Beauty.’

I couldn’t be bothered to expose her excuse, diving alone into the jungle, guided by Lu Xiaodao’s map, despite my repeated trips, couldn’t remember the route.

With Lu Xiaodao’s hand-drawn map in hand, marked with detailed notes, guiding which direction from specific trees... Left one hundred meters upon seeing this tree...