The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 308 - 269: The Dumb Ones Have Tougher Lives_3

"Have you watched too much of Ma Dongmei’s jokes? Stop it, stay put, and wait for me to come back."

Seeing that I was about to leave, Shunfeng quickly stepped forward, unzipped his jacket, and pulled it open from both sides, revealing all sorts of ’Magic Artifacts’ hanging inside, looking very much like a shady street vendor hawking pirated discs.

"Senior, pick a few for self-defense."

"No need, thanks." I patted him on the shoulder, paused for a moment, and said, "You better not use them for defense either, remember that."

If I get the chance in the future, I’ll definitely have him take me to meet the people selling him these fakes. If these items are just for show, it’s no big deal, but if used in real situations, they could be deadly.

Of course, the people peddling these fakes probably never imagined that a young master like Shunfeng would go exploring in dangerous forbidden places and actually encounter real dangerous creatures.

"By the way, she said she might also get sick, so you two be careful, if you notice anything wrong just...!" I made a throat-slitting gesture at Baozi and Shunfeng.

Shunfeng awkwardly glanced at Xiangyang, while Baozi asked her worriedly, "Are you sick?"

Xiangyang, however, was more open, "When I get sick, poisonous buds grow on my skin. I don’t need them to act, I’ll remove myself, find a place to die."

I nodded, turned around, left the pharmacy, and followed the direction where the infected were gathering to find a large green door.

Digging stone and carving a city deep underground is a massive project. The Fei Clan, through thousands of years of effort, built this city almost indistinguishable from White Jade City, which puzzles me greatly.

They should have the ability, the time, and the manpower to construct a more magnificent city, so why does it feel like a lot of thunder but little rain?

In the beginning, when their whole clan moved down, there must have been at least two hundred thousand people, yet the city today only has basic living facilities. Apart from electric lights and irrigation machines, I didn’t see any other ’high-tech products.’

I remember back then... they also had hovercraft and non-invasive surgical techniques that could heal external injuries without incisions or stitches, truly miraculous.

Could it be that a boiler explosion blasted them back to liberation days?

The green door is located on the southern side of the city, while the pharmacy is in the north, and the greenhouse I entered is in the west... looking at it like this, important departments are built surrounding the city.

The green door was half open. I was originally only eavesdropping and didn’t intend to enter, so I hid by the door, straining my ears to hear the goings-on inside.

The ’radiation potatoes’ were all gathered. Just as I was about to peek inside, I heard someone speaking.

They were using the Fei Clan’s language, but the voice was someone I knew. I retracted my neck, furrowing my brows to listen carefully. The speaker was Zhaosi, talking about ’cooperation’ in the Fei Clan’s language.

I listened for a while, and it was all her speaking, with no response from anyone else; the bizarre conversation continued for ten minutes.

I took out my phone, popped up the camera, and placed it by the door to take secret photos. In the center of the room was a pyramid-shaped stone, flashing with light, with Zhaosi standing in front of it as if conversing with it.

The ’radiation potatoes’ stood around the stone, heads raised like they were communicating with a mysterious force.

I found it strange that both the ’potatoes’ and Zhaosi could ’hear’ the stone’s voice, while I couldn’t hear a thing.

Zhaosi spoke of wanting to use the stone’s power to control those opposing her, offering in return to help the stone gain more ’followers.’

There were no healthy people left in the underground city, just Xiangyang who hadn’t fallen ill yet. Zhaosi’s promise effectively meant that she would aid the stone in attacking surface dwellers.

I had no doubt about her words. To achieve her goals, sacrificing other species was a regrettable yet rational choice.

When she walked out of the room and saw me, she wasn’t the least bit surprised. She gestured directly, signaling me to follow her.

She led me into a passage where her electric scooter was parked at the entrance, a large white insect still tied to the rear seat. With the passage door closed, I expressionlessly watched her, not speaking first.

"Don’t be so stern. It’s just a stone; it won’t destroy the world, and the humans you care about won’t be extinct."

"You’ve seen the situation outside; what, a billion dead is tragic, but a hundred thousand isn’t?"

"Using its power to eliminate greater threats to humanity is sacrificing the smaller to save the larger."

"What greater threat is there, the people chasing you, are they the ones wanting to destroy the world?"

"Not the world, but a city. They could destroy a city, probably several million people. Since you’ve decided to stay out of clan affairs, stop meddling."

"A city with millions of people? Where?"

"You’re not concerned with clan affairs anymore, so don’t ask too much. In short, using the stone’s power can end this crisis without bloodshed."