The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 39: The Magic of the Double-Bang Firecracker
The possibly rabies-infected Boss Lu, after biting one person, lunged at another.
In a state of panic, it’s easy for people to act irrationally. One of Boss Lu’s men raised his gun and fired two shots at her.
They didn’t even consider whether they’d still get their salaries after those shots.
As everything turned chaotic, I gradually backed away, then sprinted to escape the area of melee.
Boss Lu’s henchmen’s shooting skills needed improvement—the gunfire lasted for a while, yet Boss Lu didn’t go down, her fighting capacity still robust.
The mournful wails came one after another. I seized the opportunity to return to the main gate, when my eyes suddenly caught sight of two points of golden light.
The golden lights were at my left front at ten o’clock direction, particularly noticeable in the darkness.
That was the Eyes of Golden Flame, closer to the gate than I was, and blocking the door.
Seeing it raise its hand, I quickly turned and ran back.
The Energy Bullet it fired might not be deadly to me, the outcome’s uncertain. Dodging around is tiring, perhaps it’s worth taking one hit to see?
Returning to Boss Lu and their side, eight people lay neatly on the ground, their blood forming into a net.
Strangely, the blood flowed so neatly; upon closer inspection, I discovered a mesh-like groove on the ground.
Boss Lu stood in the center of the net, her skin also covered with a bloody mesh pattern, like a climbing vine coded to climb neatly.
That’s not a good sign; rabies doesn’t have such symptoms—likely it’s cross-infection.
Being a zongzi, I still believe the essence of the world is material—everything can be explained scientifically. If not now, then later—someday it can be explained.
Therefore, Boss Lu is just ill—not using blood to unlock an ancient seal and transforming into a demon—definitely not!
Boss Lu, tormented by two viruses, was writhing and groaning in pain, her eyes reddening due to a high fever.
The eight corpses on the ground quickly dried up, leaving me as the only relatively normal living being.
In front was Boss Lu draped in a red net, behind was the approaching Eyes of Golden Flame.
They trapped me between, one irrational, one emotionless—I could only bring out the last ’weapon’ on me: a double-explosive firecracker.
This thing was brought into the tomb by an imaginative Tomb Robber to scare ghosts, following the traditional belief that firecrackers could scare off ferocious beasts like the Nian, so scaring little devils and monsters was easy.
Unfortunately, there were no ghosts in the tomb; in the end, he starved to death, lamenting why he didn’t use the space for firecrackers for chocolate bars instead.
Perhaps delusional before death, he almost gnawed the firecracker like chocolate. Luckily, I snatched it away in time.
This thing is nearing its expiration date—I hope it still makes a sound.
With one hand grabbing the firecracker and the other lighting a lighter, as soon as I lit the fuse, Boss Lu and Eyes of Golden Flame rushed at me.
Their movements were too fast, causing my heart to jolt in shock—it’s over, no time!
Bang—pang—
"Ouch~"
Amidst the firecracker’s blast, I was pushed aside by both of them, unable to maintain balance, flying over eight meters away.
After a free fall accompanied by a 90-degree tumble to a standstill, I turned back to see them already fighting!
What was this? Did they think the firecracker was a starter pistol? As far as I know, neither is an athlete; they couldn’t have such reflexive actions. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Completely ignored, I dumbfoundedly watched them over there with zips and pops.
Forgive me for failing to accurately describe their moves since I’ve never witnessed such a scene—Boss Lu could emit long crimson needles from her mouth with great speed, hence the zip, zip, zip sound.
While Miss Scream, controlled by Eyes of Golden Flame, switched to firing laser beams from her eyes—pop, pop, pop—also rapidly.
Of course, the so-called needles and lasers are my attempts to visualize their attacks with my limited vocabulary—in reality, I have no idea what they are.
The two suddenly turned into arch-enemies, lashing out upon sight. I snuck a few glances and decided not to miss the chance to escape, turning to run toward the gate.
For Miss Scream to return to normal, her father must find a solution—none of us currently have such capabilities to forcibly bring her back.
Meanwhile, Boss Lu has become a significant virus carrier needing isolation, leaving them temporarily within the Gate of Death is the safest approach.
As to whether they’d kill each other and journey to the Yellow Springs together, that’s beyond my control and prediction.
Walking out of the Gate of Death, I stood in front and recited, "Open sesame, let them out only when necessary, please!"
After the incantation, I turned and left; confronting unsolvable problems, muttering a bit for psychological comfort is all I could do.
Crawling out of the cave exit, the wind and snow outside had not ceased, yet one car was missing by the tent side.
Checking the small tent, I saw that Qinghan and the others had left, leaving the snuff-bottle-dazed guard lying on the ground.
The other two guards were in the large tent; one had a car key in his pocket. I kicked his gun into the corner and dragged him into the car.
Though the feeling of freedom was nice, without knowing how to drive, I had to kidnap a driver no matter how troublesome.
Waking the ’hostage’ with a slap, I used a dagger to coerce him into driving—it took little effort as the people Boss Lu left up here were all cowardly.
Perhaps with Boss Lu as backing it was fine, but without her as the backbone, it was a group of rabble.
Driving in the blizzard posed constant dangers, but I couldn’t wait for the snow to stop—if Chen Qinghan woke up and realized I wasn’t with them, he might send Wen Jing and Shunfeng back to ’retrieve’ me.
My worry proved justified; as the car was about to hit the road, another vehicle blocked it.
Wen Jing, with a radiant smile, jumped out of the driver’s seat like a long-lost friend, enthusiastically waving at me.
With a jerk, I almost stabbed the ’hostage;’ Chen Qinghan, supported by Shunfeng, stepped down with a somewhat improved complexion.
No wonder Wen Jing and Shunfeng weren’t rushing to the hospital—they stayed back in this frozen region, waiting for me.
"Little Fu, come on; we’ve been waiting for you."
"Haha, senior, I knew you could do it."
These two, grinning like idiots, made me want to claw them both.
"We squeeze into one car; it’s too tight. You drive in front, I’ll have him follow behind." I stuck my head out the car window, pointing the dagger awkwardly at the ’hostage.’
"Come on, we can fit—Professor Chen said where we’re going, outsiders can’t know, hurry up." Wen Jing’s eight-toothed grin agitated my reason.
