The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 248 - 249: For No Reason

The head poking out of the nest was a fluffy bird head, resembling a chick, except it was almost as large as a human head.

"Quite cute, huh~" I said as I looked at Big Mao.

When it looked at us, it tilted its head to look with one eye. I stared at its beak, which wasn’t even as big as a rooster’s, and wondered, can it really talk someone to death?

——Who are you? A message was transmitted to me before I could act.

I thought to myself, wow, it’s a high-intelligence being. Its wings were similar to the headless bird’s, but with a key difference; its wings were covered in fur, like that of a mouse or an otter, while the headless bird had only bones and skin on its wings.

This creature’s legs were like a bird’s, but it had a pair of human arms.

I noticed that its two hands were different sizes; one was clearly its own, while the other looked like an attached prosthetic.

Because compared to its slender arms, one hand was overly wide and thick—its original hand resembled a golden monkey’s, while the other was more like a chimpanzee’s.

I guessed that the larger one was the hand that had been in the box, which the poacher leader Li Chengming opened, intending to take.

——You don’t need to ask who we are, just know what we came to do.

I sent the thought, and it immediately asked again: What did you come to do?

——To kill you!

——Why?

——No reason~

After replying, I realized how much this exchange sounded like a martial arts story. Chen Qinghan nudged me and had me look at the stone trough on one side of the room, where a dissected corpse lay open, its innards hollow, still relatively fresh, with no decay apart from the lividity.

It seemed like the creature didn’t finish eating the last person they brought back in one go, and today, after finishing it, had sent the miners out to catch more people.

Direct brain communication saves time on guessing games; when the big-headed bird received that I came to kill it, it shrieked for the miners.

Clearly, it wasn’t familiar with them; the Rock Miner race was notorious for being afraid of fights, which is why the Tower Clan bullied them for so long.

Sure enough, its shriek was met with no response, and it suddenly leaped into the air, spreading its wings. Before, its wings had been tucked, so I didn’t see them fully; now, they revealed countless mouths on the wing’s undersides.

I suddenly understood what the miner’s leader meant by the ultimate skill, the ability to talk someone to death wasn’t in its bird mouth.

Chen Qinghan’s reflex was swift; as the big-headed bird soared upwards, he jumped too, his longsword drawing an arc aimed at the bird’s wing roots.

Being in the position implies duty; now I’m living in Huaxia, eating the official’s food, maintaining a harmonious society is naturally my responsibility!

Monsters like this, eating people and interfering with police cases, must face immediate justice.

While thinking, I raised my hand, palm facing the big-headed bird.

Suddenly, the room resonated with the sound of whispers like a tidal wave, as if the noise was right next to your ear, flowing into your ears like water.

The mouths on the big-headed bird’s wings were all opening and closing, mumbling something indiscernible, like incantations or a group secretly discussing your secrets.

This must be the big-headed bird’s ultimate skill, aptly described by the miner’s leader as the trick truly capable of ’talking someone to death’.

The incessant noise burrowing into the mind easily distracted a person’s attention, like having a kettle by your ear, the water continuously pouring in, giving me the experience of my brain filling with water.

Chen Qinghan’s sword had reached the root of the big-headed bird’s wing, but he suddenly halted his action, with his sword only 0.01 centimeters from the wing root, yet after forty-one seconds, he still didn’t strike down.

He obviously couldn’t have fallen for the big-headed bird, likely he got caught in its trap, affected by the sound and fell into a state of mental chaos.

I quickly jumped up, pushing him aside, and used Karmic Fire on the big-headed bird’s wings.

The big-headed bird’s wings turned to ashes, puzzled over why its ’Tightening Spell’ didn’t affect me.

The structure of my brain differs somewhat from a human’s, even among my kind I’m considered uncontrollable. My memory may be limited but it cannot be altered or erased; using modern terms, it’s the ultimate brain.

Any attacks designed to interfere with the brain have little effect on me. The big-headed bird, having lost its wings, howled mournfully and lunged at me.

Meanwhile, its scorched wings regenerated, and I raised my hand again to deploy two more Karmic Fires, incinerating its freshly grown wings.

It lunged close, flailing its small hands to punch me. I noticed it didn’t use that large hand, leading me to suspect something fishy; if a small fire would suffice, there’s no need for a big one.

When it reached for my face again, I didn’t completely dodge to better target its prosthetic hand.

We both made our moves simultaneously, with vastly different outcomes. It scratched my face without causing any pain, but once it lost that big hand, it went berserk, flailing wildly until it turned to stone.

I touched the scratched area, not even a layer of skin broken, then looked at the severed hand on the ground, which surprisingly twitched, showing signs of life.

This hand certainly didn’t belong to the big-headed bird, but I didn’t know where it acquired and preserved it; once attached, it apparently could revive. I guessed that was the gimmick.

Unfortunately, I wouldn’t let it get the chance to revive. I went to the stone bird and delivered another Karmic Fire.

The severed hand attempting to crawl away received the same; regardless of which creature it was from, keeping it would pose a future threat.

After disposing of the body, I returned to the nest, where Chen Qinghan sat dazed, eyes staring into the void ahead.

"Chen?" I waved a hand in front of his eyes. His current state reminded me of the first time I gave him a drink of blood.

The big-headed bird was dead; there were no other threats here. When Xiao Changfeng and his team arrived, they’d see the body in the trough and would know a man-eating monster had been here. I could claim the monster turned to ash and vanished upon dying.

For now, there was nothing else to worry about except Chen Qinghan, who was a bit of a concern. I’d never seen such a creature before; neither had Xiao Changfeng nor Gan Lu’s illustration books recorded it. I couldn’t figure out what spell he was under.

I summoned the miner leader waiting outside to ask what was going on.

The miner leader apologized, admitting ignorance, having seen big-headed bird use this trick before, with everyone falling victim dying on the spot, without exception.

I debated whether to send Chen Qinghan down the mountain when he suddenly leaped out of the nest, pouncing as if to bite me.

Initially, I thought to ask the miners for help in tying Chen Qinghan up, but seeing their scissor hands, I quickly dismissed the idea.

Chen Qinghan wasn’t in his right state, and I couldn’t guarantee he was still impervious to harm like me.

As Otuna had said, since Chen Qinghan inherited my bloodline, he was the only one who could threaten my safety. In the ensuing scuffle, he managed to bite me twice; no facial bleeding, but the back of my hand bled. Luckily, I finally subdued him.