The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 181 - 182: Post-Traumatic Fright Disorder

The haunted events on the ship continue, but my suspicions have been more or less cleared. Whether it’s the Bone Shrinking Skill or the Invisibility Technique, their ’slander’ against me has already collapsed on its own.

Yet, there are still people who don’t believe that the ’ghost’ has nothing to do with me. They even suspect that I’m a witch, claiming that it’s all my witchcraft, just because the way I eat eyeballs looks like an old witch.

Ridiculous, as if they’ve ever seen a real witch!

"Hey, did you hear? They once destroyed a witch gathering’s den but paid a hefty price. That’s why they’re a bit on edge about these kinds of events," Bi Shi said enthusiastically.

We sat in a corner of the dining room, yet we were still the focus of everyone’s attention. Bi Shi tried to lower her voice, but the atmosphere in the dining room was so delicate that you could hear a pin drop.

So naturally, her words were heard by others, their eyes varying, but all focused directly on me, as if trying to see through my mask and reveal my true self.

I don’t know what a witch should look like, and I can’t prove I’m not one by acting the opposite way.

Besides, they’ve already made up their minds. I feel like they want to light a bonfire right now to burn me to death.

It’s just that as long as Captain Jack is in charge, they don’t dare to touch me because Captain Jack still needs to use me to threaten Qinghan to do his bidding.

Since I can’t explain it away, I might as well go along with their imagination and cast a secretive smile at them.

This smile clearly scared them. After a commotion, the crew hurriedly dropped their plates and ran out the door.

"Oh, what cowardice～they’re not even as brave as a bunch of little girls."

Hearing my words, Bi Shi shook her head disapprovingly. "You have no idea how bad they were tortured by a witch. I hear the worst are still in sanatoriums receiving treatment!"

"Once bitten by a snake, they fear the well rope for ten years, huh? But do I look like a witch?" I retorted indignantly, touching the hairpin on top of my head and looking at my reflection in the glass window.

"A witch is best at confusing people. They are young and beautiful, exuding mysterious and demonic evil while also being deadly seductive."

Whether I’m demonic or not, I can’t say, but Bi Shi’s smile undeniably conveyed a sense of schadenfreude.

I’m sure she just made up that part on her own. I’m pissed off. Clearly, three people ate the eyeball, so why am I the only one that looks like a witch?

Facing my questioning, Qinghan calmly responded, "I’m a man; I can’t look like a witch."

"You know the long hair rule for female ghosts in horror movies. It’s the same with witches; no witch has a closely cropped haircut!" Bi Shi smoothed out her newly cut hairstyle, which was stylish yet more aggravating. I really wanted to hit her.

Now that the dining room was all ours, we didn’t need to control our volume. I asked Bi Shi where she heard all these rumors. She said from He Su’s infirmary, where the guards found watching the ’vegetative person’ so relaxed that they spent their shifts chatting.

Bi Shi goes there three times a day. On the surface, she seems to care for He Su, but in reality, she’s worried that He Su will successfully merge with her energy, return to normal routines, and ruin her plans.

Previously, He Su waking more frequently and for shorter periods was a signal. Bi Shi initially wanted to conceal it, thinking that once we escaped the Sea of Sunken Ships, we’d go our separate ways.

As it turned out, we were captured onto the same pirate ship again, so she felt it was best to prepare me mentally and revealed the matter instead.

I could only silently pray that He Su would awaken after we each went our separate ways, and by then, the world is vast, and she’d have nowhere to find me.

Qinghan suggested that I communicate with the little creature and stop it from causing more trouble. Otherwise, the crew might misunderstand me even deeper, and he was worried they would do something to harm me under the influence of fear.

I’m not afraid of getting hurt, but I’m worried they might discover that I can’t die, which would only worsen their condition. Didn’t Bi Shi say they had psychological shadows? If I scared them one more time, they’d end up reuniting with their companions in the asylum.

What if Captain Jack holds me accountable then?

I suspect that he might have no one else to use, which is why he took such a ’fragile’ crew out to sea for this mission.

Or perhaps he thought the task was too simple, and bringing them was enough. After all, they wouldn’t need to venture into dangerous territories and wouldn’t be subject to any stimulation.

Tasks vary in importance, and the elite team doesn’t need to be dispatched for the pickup mission.

I agreed to talk to the little creature, as it was merely playing with the crew and not attacking anyone, indicating no malice—it’s just its way of playing isn’t something most people can accept.

Qinghan feared the crew might take their anger out on me, and I worried that their embarrassment and anger might harm the little creature, so even pranks should be stopped promptly.

Bi Shi asked Qinghan if he was feeling unwell anywhere.

It’s only now that Qinghan had the chance to have a proper talk with us. He said he felt fine and asked how he and Cong Zhibo’s poison was cleared.

Bi Shi looked at me, meaning I should explain it myself.

Telling Qinghan about the Immortal Pill; he definitely wouldn’t believe it, knowing I don’t have such a thing at all.

So I directly told him that I had given them a bit of my blood to drink.

As a result, Cong Zhibo was poisoned again. Just pulled back from the brink of death, he was poisoned into a vegetative state—a ridiculously sorry sight.

Qinghan comforted me by saying that at the time, I had no other choice, and saving his life was already a blessing in disguise. Poison could be tackled later, but once life is lost, where would one get a new one?

Bi Shi was listening and rolling her eyes non-stop, giving warning glances several times.

Ignoring her repeatedly, she finally gave up, wearing a helpless look of ’do whatever you want.’

However, Qinghan’s moment of tenderness didn’t last long. He soon talked about the current test.

When it came to serious matters, he always had a stern and serious face, and Bi Shi followed suit by reining in her expression.

Qinghan knew her identity, so she didn’t need to pretend to be an ordinary person in front of him. She repeated what she had told me before about the Tower Clan.

She told him that the place we were heading might very well be the legendary Holy Land of the Tower Clan.

Qinghan said that these past few days, he’d been wandering around and discovered that this ship’s control system was different from ordinary ships, and the helmsman wore a pair of strange gloves to operate the system.

Thus, even if we were to hijack this ship, we would still need a professional to steer it. If a conflict were to erupt, we should try not to harm those who can navigate the ship.

Of course, if they can pinpoint our location and send someone to meet us, we wouldn’t need to seize the ship.

We discussed for a while until someone arrived for their meal shift, then we stopped talking. I left the dining room to find the little creature. On the way, the crew acted as if avoiding a plague, staying far away from me.

In fact, the rumor itself was more like the plague than me, rapidly spreading, wide-ranging, with great lethality. Even though Captain Jack publicly announced on the ship’s broadcast that an unidentified creature boarded the ship, others still avoided me like the plague.

This displeased Captain Jack greatly. I was supposed to be their captive, a negligible pawn, and his subordinates shouldn’t be so frightened of me.