The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 311 - 270: Advice to Switch Jobs (Part 3)

What happened afterward, I don’t know. Her new master also has a longevity physique, but she doesn’t. However, it seems that she possesses the secret to longevity now.

"It’s just a job, failing to complete tasks means a deduction in salary, life and death seem too extreme. If it doesn’t work, why not switch jobs?"

"My life is in her hands, I can’t switch."

Bai Yun sighed and continued, "I know we are no match for you. However, dying by your hands isn’t a bad ending."

"Come, come, don’t rush to die. Let’s chat." I glanced at the people around Bai Yun. They were just ordinary people, not from the Blood Mother clan, and no matter what we said, they had no reaction, no emotional changes, as if they were brainwashed tool men.

So I estimated that without an order from Bai Yun, they would enter standby mode and wouldn’t interfere with our conversation.

Bai Yun was a bit hesitant, but she couldn’t resist my enthusiasm. She looked at me strangely, with suspicion and confusion, perhaps because my actions were too abnormal and didn’t match her memories of me, so she was very puzzled.

I pulled her to the roadside, moved two chairs out from a building by the road, and just as expected, her subordinates didn’t continue their tasks but stood there entering standby mode.

"See those bodies? Fei Clan people, do you remember them?" I sat down on a chair, pointing to the bodies on the street.

"I remember, Priest Fajina was abducted by their prospective clan leader." Bai Yun sat down, looking slightly uneasy.

"I saw Fajina’s descendants, real descendants, not just bloodline inheritors."

"Real...descendants??" Bai Yun was as shocked as I was upon hearing this news.

In fact, any Blood Mother person would be shocked upon hearing this news, as scientists within the clan have conducted many experiments, eventually proving that our clan cannot reproduce new life with other clans.

For thousands of years, our clan has believed this without a doubt. Similar incidents have occurred before, where clan members fell in love with outsiders, at the cost of severing ties with their own clansmen, but were ultimately abandoned due to infertility.

With many failed cases before them, those clan members who once thought of intermarrying with outsiders eventually gave up, while the conservatives were overjoyed.

"No, perhaps something went wrong, maybe they adopted a child, this is impossible..." Bai Yun’s gaze was confused and complex, her mechanical fingers trembling slightly.

"Look, the Fei Clan was destroyed, destroyed by a meteorite from the sky. It has intelligence and can disguise itself. Zhaosi wants to use it against you, but I disagree with her."

Bai Yun was even more confused, frowning without responding, so I pressed her shoulder and whispered, "Help me destroy the stone and I’ll spare your life."

"Upon your request, I will certainly do it. However, I’m afraid you can’t guarantee my life. But I still want to thank you for sparing me again and again."

"Let me guess, did she implant Black Iron in you?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yun was shocked, and I chuckled, feeling a faint melancholy. It seems the habit of loving gossip won’t change.

Bai Yun’s current employer is the head in charge of public security within the clan, equivalent to a police chief now.

Items dug out from ancestral tombs are always distributed according to rank and function.

For example, if a loom is excavated, it is given to the logistics manufacturing department, while a weapon goes to the military.

Black Iron is a metal, but it behaves like powdered sugar. It can be ingested directly or mixed into a liquid and injected into the body.

It cannot be metabolized by the body nor does it endanger one’s life or health. Even if it’s placed in the brain, it poses no life threat.

But if controlled externally with a magnet, it undoubtedly brings excruciating pain, and death would be equally miserable.

This thing was excavated for use in interrogations, extremely effective in extracting confessions under torture.

Moreover, this thing cannot be removed by ordinary means; it scatters and doesn’t clump, making surgical removal or blood replacement useless.

The expert group responsible for researching it publicly claimed that once this metal enters the body, it becomes an ’incurable disease’, and the usage rights fell to the ’chief’.

But the ’ears’ I planted in the research department informed me that Black Iron, though called iron, is not actual iron. Our ancestors called it iron because it reacts to magnets.

Thus, the way to render it powerless is not by removing it from the body but by making it lose its sensitivity to magnets.