The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 420 - 317: Destination_3

"Herbicide," Doctor Du said with a smile.

"Huh? Isn’t that for farming?" I asked in confusion.

"The goal is to kill weeds, as long as it’s effective," Doctor Du shook the bottle.

"During outside missions, we often encounter troublesome plants. Doctor Du reported it several times before they came up with this stuff," Huang Zaijiang explained.

Lack of life experience limited my imagination, so I closed my mouth, ready to witness the power of non-agricultural herbicide firsthand.

Huang Zaijiang wrapped breathable elastic bandages around all the exposed skin, including his face, calling it ’protective clothing’ with a flourish.

If he encountered someone else with that look, they’d probably think he was a mummy resurrected in the Ancient City.

With both hands gripping the Hook Stick, I mocked his appearance and then focused on traveling.

Mike’s rifle was gone. He was now using a paratrooper knife with an inscription on the handle, probably a keepsake.

In fact, he had collected many samples along the way, and sample bottles filled most of the space in his backpack.

The spare weapons were by the off-road vehicle. Our team was still in good shape, not yet desperate, so Mike hadn’t mentioned going back to replenish supplies.

The closer we got to the city center, the more we felt the ’prosperity’ of the Ancient City. We even saw traffic posts at intersections. In areas closer to the city center, the roads were wide, and there were many buildings.

But not a single vehicle in sight made it odd. Huang Zaijiang commented, why build such wide roads and set up traffic kiosks if not for a grand marathon event?

No vehicle in sight just didn’t add up.

Not only was Huang Zaijiang puzzled, but I was also. The small train we rode in was parked in the garage when we arrived, and we hadn’t encountered a single vehicle along the way. Had the underground transit line stopped operation long ago? When the incident occurred, all vehicles were put into storage?

This hypothesis was even more far-fetched than citizens fleeing by public transport.

Any anomaly could be a clue to solving the mystery, but I’ll leave the thinking to Chen Qinghan. I just want to be an unthinking brute force.

"Hey, look, what’s that?" Huang Zaijiang suddenly pointed to a spot.

He was pointing to a stone sign by the street, resembling a modern bus stop advertisement board.

Behind the sign was a streak of green. It was fine until he pointed it out; as soon as he did, the thing bent over, a vivid comparison to a child facing the wall for punishment, suddenly peeking out upon hearing someone call their name.

"Ah—numbing grass!" Huang Zaijiang exclaimed softly.

Gu, being extra careful, had drawn the numbing marine grass and the man-eating mantis on our map.

The numbing grass seemed to hear Huang Zaijiang speak, with its tips bending in our direction. Chen Qinghan immediately signaled for Huang Zaijiang to keep quiet.

That thing really resembled marine grass, with no organ similar to an eye anywhere on it.

Chen Qinghan likely thought the grass could determine our location through vibrations in the air.

It had many small leaves, perhaps with sensory capabilities.

Chen Qinghan signaled us to tread softly, but the marine grass seemed to have our position locked, swiftly moving towards us.

Though it had no legs, it could glide across the ground. We dared not take large steps, so it moved faster than us.

Doctor Du took the initiative, raising the herbicide, taking a big step towards it, and gave it a spray.

The marine grass immediately wilted to the ground, unable to lift itself back up.

I was about to praise the herbicide’s power when Chen Qinghan quietly said, "Get moving."

I lifted my feet, following him to quickly leave the scene. Looking back, a swath of green marine grass burst out from behind the advertising board.

If desert greening could happen this fast, Earth would become a green home.

Even without legs, the marine grass speeds like the wind. I dared not run too fast, fearing I’d leave Huang Zaijiang and the others behind.

But as the marine grass herd was about to catch up, Little Red sprang into action. She grabbed the herbicide from Doctor Du’s hand and turned to charge into the grass patch.

Doctor Du hesitated and failed to dodge Little Red—perhaps not expecting that, as a member of a well-trained national covert agency, she couldn’t evade a little nurse’s grab.

The others were stunned as Little Red ’bravely’ dashed into the grass—a seemingly fragile girl willing to sacrifice herself to protect everyone.

I had just one thought: Oh no, she’s about to reveal her true nature!

Even if the marine grass were laden with high concentrations of anesthetic, it couldn’t numb a robot.

Little Red dashed into the grass and sprayed the marine grass down. The biochemical weapon’s might was astounding.

Then Little Red returned unscathed, offering a sweet smile, "I’m naturally immune to anesthetic."