The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 412 - 315: Alive

Mike thought for a moment and finally nodded, but he wasn’t at ease with us. He wanted to watch us release him with his own eyes.

I volunteered to go release the wolf, but Mike disagreed, saying I had too many tricks up my sleeve, and he was afraid I’d make a move in secret.

Although we hadn’t known each other long, he seemed to understand me quite well. If I insisted on going with them, he’d definitely see through my ’trickery.’

"Fine, fine, you guys go ahead. Oh! Such a kind-hearted person like me is actually being suspected," I waved my hand, as if greatly impacted, squatting by the wall in a corner.

Doctor Du proposed going, but Mike also refused, saying that Doctor Du was a poison doctor, using poison more often than healing. If she poisoned the werewolf, it definitely wouldn’t survive the night.

In the end, Mike took Little Red and Wang Le along to see them off. Before leaving, I winked at Little Red and secretly made a throat-slitting gesture.

Little Red received my ’signal’ but showed no expression and walked away expressionlessly.

I wondered if she understood my hint. About twenty minutes later, the three of them returned.

Mike was all normal, and Wang Le showed no special emotions either. Did they actually let it go?

I looked at Little Red, and she avoided everyone’s gaze, secretly gesturing to me with a bizarre smile.

Hey, she looked more like a poison doctor. After the werewolf incident, we finally had a few hours of quiet rest.

I told Qinghan there was mysterious energy in the city center, something beyond our understanding guarding it. These things live off it, and snatching this energy from them is like taking food from a tiger’s mouth.

As for Miss Tang, Wuyong didn’t mention her, but the werewolf said she was in the city center. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Maybe that werewolf really was part of her team and knew her whereabouts, while Wuyong, living in the stone building, didn’t know about it.

"Hey? Professor Chen, what do you think of me setting up a class? A class specifically for inviting teachers to come for psychological counseling, bringing all those of our kind who have been stuck somewhere for years and have developed psychological anomalies, helping them get back on track?"

"For free?"

"How could that be possible!"

Qinghan had a ’of course’ look on his face, "There’s no problem with setting up a class, the issue is whether they will come, and what’s the situation this time?"

At that moment, he and I were inspecting the alerts left from last night, some of which had been damaged by the Two-headed Wolf. Apart from the Two-headed Wolf, no other creatures had left traces.

"It’s a long story, to sum it up briefly, she made an Insect Coat herself, wearing it allows her to live thousands of years, but she can’t take it off."

"Is it her who told you about the energy in the city center?"

"She calls that thing the Cosmic Core. She’s lived here for thousands of years, perhaps she has channels to get information. I believe what she said is reliable."

"Didn’t she mention anything else?"

"She didn’t have time, just recharged and went to sleep. Why not take a day off today, and I’ll go ask her again?"

"Also—"

Qinghan just started to speak as if he heard something, immediately looking toward a spot outside the warning line.

"There’s someone there." He said, drawing out a treasure sword.

I followed his gaze, and saw a person crawling out from around the corner of a street, covered in blood. The clothes stained with blood were modern in style.

Out of caution, we didn’t rush over to help. Qinghan stared at the person for a while.

The person was solely focused on crawling forward, initially not noticing us, only realizing people standing ahead after finally lifting his head.

Though his face was dirtied beyond recognition, his eyes were distinct. From his gaze, you could see how strong his desire to ’survive’ was.

"Help... help... help me..."

Qinghan confirmed he didn’t show any abnormalities, then quickly stepped forward to check his wounds.

But strangely, Qinghan said that the person had no external injuries.

This means the blood on him wasn’t his, but he was indeed very weak.

We carried him back to the stone house, letting professionals examine him. Doctor Du unfolded her little needle kit and began pricking him. I felt like the old nannies in TV dramas weren’t as terrifying as she was.

After pricking, Doctor Du nodded, "He’s been poisoned."

According to her, this person had only been exposed to a poison with anesthetic effects, causing his body to be less agile, unable to walk normally, with only some strength in his upper limbs, hence crawling on the ground.

The anesthetic effect extended to his tongue, no wonder his speech was odd, the tongue was stiff, like it couldn’t bend.

After the testing prick, Doctor Du pulled out another set of needles, saying they were Golden Needles, and she had a set of Silver Needles in her bag.