The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 86: Daily Anti-Depression Routine

Why do they say people die for riches, and birds perish for food? The desire for wealth can suppress the fear of the unknown.

They lit the living creature blocking their path underground, black smoke rising through the cracks in the floor.

"Ah—" A sharp roar came from beneath the floor, followed by Pete’s shout.

"Open fire! Finish it, quickly!"

Da da da da...

The dense bullets rained down on the source of the sound like raindrops. After the barrage ended, the creature fell silent, Pete and his team stopped firing, and there was a moment of quiet below. Then I heard the clinking of small metal pieces hitting the ground.

"Hahahahaha..." The manic laughter of a woman was evidently not from the foreign girl. The voice sounded somewhat familiar to me.

Is there someone else below?

Hearing the laughter, Pete’s team was completely panicked. There shouldn’t be any other women down there; the laughter was most likely from the thing blocking the exit.

According to Jerry’s description, it’s just a pile of putrid brain matter!

Swoosh~

Wind blew up again through the hollow gaps in the floor, accompanied by several gasps from below.

Pete called out two names; I guessed these two were hit, because soon the gunfire started again below, with some bullets striking the floor, but the stone slabs were thick, and the bullets couldn’t penetrate.

"What is this monster? It can’t be killed!" Someone shouted below.

They simultaneously used bullets and incendiary bombs, turning the space below into a smoky haze.

I didn’t hear the voices of Qinghan and Jerry, unsure where they’d hidden; hopefully, Pete’s team wouldn’t accidentally hit them.

"It’s coming up!" Pete’s voice mingled with the gunfire.

I looked down at my feet but saw nothing coming up. Suddenly, another gust of eerie wind blew, causing the light source above to shatter, and crystalline fragments like snowflakes fell. I quickly covered my head with the hood of my clothes.

The plaza plunged into darkness, but the flashlight beams penetrating through the floor cracks allowed me to discern the positions of the people below.

Pete and his group were moving towards the base of the coffin. He just said the thing was coming up. Could it be...

I turned back to look at the coffin and stepped onto the edge of the pedestal, seeing a sticky substance rising from the coffin like floodwaters.

It resembled glue, only yellowish green, much like chicken droppings. No wonder Jerry described it as putrid brain matter.

The coffin was filled with such substance, almost overflowing. I jumped back immediately, afraid it would spill onto me.

"It’s you... it’s you..." The chicken droppings squirmed, speaking like a person.

"It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, little Nezha!" I casually responded with a song lyric. The chicken droppings paused, perhaps not understanding the meaning.

Living in an ancient tomb long-term, without contact with fresh events or society, is impractical.

I felt a sense of pity for her, because I vaguely felt familiarity with this... person?

It’s a shame she no longer had human features, making it difficult for me to recall her appearance.

"Hum." The chicken droppings couldn’t follow my cue and snorted dismissively.

At this moment, Pete’s team was searching below for the mechanism to open the exit. Possibly not wanting to waste time, they resorted to laser cutting technology, forcibly cutting a hole in the two-foot-thick stone slab floor.

Of course, they cut from the hollowed-out patterns, saving plenty of time.

"Ten... enough." The chicken droppings uttered, then slowly rose, seemingly about to change shape.

Whenever she mentioned numbers now, I immediately linked it to ’quantity.’ Is she trying to gather heads?

Pete’s team had ten people remaining, two just died, leaving eight now. She said ten, could she have counted Qinghan and Jerry too?

"Hey, hey? How about letting it go this time; there’s always a chance in the future. As long as the tomb entrance remains unlocked, more will surely come in to die. How about this, you kill eight, leaving those two—they’re people I know, show some leniency, spare them." I hurried back to the coffin side and grinned ingratiatingly at the upholstery of chicken droppings.

"People you know?" The chicken droppings twisted, transforming into a strange shape, as she questioned skeptically.

"Yeah, one is suave, the other is big and clumsy, just those two, I know them, is it okay to spare them?"

"You’re... protecting them?" The chicken droppings seemed puzzled; her tone filled with confusion. It seemed she didn’t comprehend why I would do such a thing, rather than not understanding my words.

"Yes, it’s a negotiation, right? You don’t need this one mouthful anyway." I chuckled.

"Hahahaha..." The chicken droppings erupted in manic laughter again, as if I’d told a colossal joke.

"Hey, listen, maybe you just need some entertainment to pass the time. I have a video that may prevent depression after multiple viewings. Want to check it out?" I suspected she might have developed psychological issues due to long-term loneliness. Though I had little affinity with my kind, helping with small tasks was no trouble.

"Get lost!" The chicken droppings snarled, transforming into her ultimate form—a giant turd coiled in the coffin, um, no, it was a giant snake!

The snake’s head reared high, mouth wide open, lunging towards me. I quickly rolled aside, evading several meters away. Being buried deep underground for a thousand years was better than soaking in a septic tank for a day.

"Calm down, take it easy, let’s talk this out, don’t splash me!" I feared she’d crash into the ground and splatter sewage everywhere and rolled like a wheel to the passage entrance outside the plaza.

She left the coffin, and the people below also scrambled up. I thought to myself what a struggle; battling below ground would be much better.

Once Pete’s team surfaced, they found the circular plaza devoid of anything, even the coffin was empty, not a piece of treasure, not even rusty metal.

The entrance passage was lined with pathways leading to those mechanism tunnels. I felt somewhat relieved, at least others shared my fate—utter poverty—with burial items reliant on scavenging tomb robbers’ backpacks.

Pete and the others’ spirits shattered upon seeing an empty tomb and chamber. They sacrificed several members, achieving absolutely nothing in return.

They redirected their rage of failing to acquire wealth towards the chicken droppings, which now was not a puddle but rather a snake—and a rather large one at that!

Seeing Pete’s group emerge, she immediately abandoned chasing me, turning her head towards them. Her mouth opened wide, unleashing a blast of fierce wind.

It turned out the murderous wind originated from her. She now changed form, possibly aiming for precise target strikes.

The previous lethal winds were random, but now she could target specific victims for attacks.

Pete dodged it; the second person behind him dodged as well. But the third person, unaware of what happened ahead, hesitated slightly and was struck by the fatal wind, instantly dismembered into pieces.

Before the corpse pieces hit the ground, the giant snake moved with whirlwind agility, surging forward to swallow the body whole.