The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 87: I Have a Secret Weapon

The speed of the serpent was too fast, leaving Pete and the others no time to react, forcing them to prioritize their own safety and swiftly scatter to the sides to distance themselves from the serpent.

Qinghan and Jerry hadn’t come up. I wondered if something had happened to them and took advantage of the serpent chasing Pete and the others to secretly jump down the hole.

Below the pit, the space was filled with crystals, resembling a vein of some kind of crystalline mineral. The crystals were dark green in color, and I picked up a small piece and stuffed it into my pocket, thinking if it might be valuable, I could come back for more.

"Professor Chen? Qinghan..." I called out while looking around.

"Over here." Qinghan’s voice came from behind a crystal pillar.

The pillar appeared to be part of the wall, yet there was a slight gap in the middle where Qinghan’s slim figure fit just right.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, seeing he was only replying without coming out.

"I’m stuck." Qinghan pointed to the pillar, "The pillar is leaning inward a bit."

It must have happened when Pete and the others were wildly shooting below, breaking the thinnest part above.

The pillar was like a bamboo shoot, with its tip supporting the ceiling above as a point of support. When the support point moved away from the ceiling, the pillar didn’t topple over but slightly shifted.

A shift of just a little bit in a seven or eight-meter-high pillar was deadly for Qinghan, who was tightly wedged between the pillar and the wall and couldn’t move himself out.

"Go check on Jerry first, he’s over there." Although Qinghan was immobilized, he was, fortunately, uninjured, just trapped.

He pointed to a position at the lower right side of the wall, where watermelon-sized crystalline chunks were piled without a trace of Jerry.

"There’s a hole over there; he’s inside it." Qinghan explained as I looked at the pile of crystal blocks in bewilderment.

I walked over, moved the pile of crystal blocks, and sure enough, there was a hole under the wall, less than half a square meter in size, into which Jerry had crawled as if it was tailor-made for him.

"He seems to have passed out." I saw blood on the back of Jerry’s head, but it wasn’t much—likely from being hit by falling crystal blocks. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Their hiding spot was just opposite Pete and the others, with bullets hitting all around them.

I grabbed the shoulders of Jerry’s clothes, took a breath, and with a forceful tug, dragged him out.

Rip—

The sound of tearing fabric was exceptionally clear because the hole was too small, and I pulled with too much force; inside the pit, there were more crystal edges probably tearing Jerry’s clothes.

But I didn’t have time to inspect him; as long as I got him out, I still needed to help Qinghan.

Qinghan’s situation was more difficult to handle— the support of the pillar had shifted from the ceiling above to the wall, and to move the pillar, one would have to climb the wall, which offered no leverage points even if you managed to get there.

Unless I could somehow push the pillar directly to collapse, just as I was pondering solutions, the commotion above intensified.

It seemed someone had turned red-eyed in the fray, tossing grenades that rocked the entire plaza slightly, causing the pillar holding Qinghan to tilt further toward the wall.

If it kept going, another shift would mean Qinghan’s ribs might break. In a tense moment, I suddenly recalled I also had a weapon.

I had only used it subconsciously before; now, to rescue Qinghan, I needed to control the weapon consciously.

"Hold on, I’ll try using it."

"Okay."

Qinghan knew what I meant by ’it.’ He was a bit nervous but not fearful, his eyes full of trust toward me.

I pressed my palm against the pillar, searching for information about Nine Nether Flower, but since it wasn’t called that in my memory, I couldn’t search by name.

I tried recalling its appearance and purposes, like making objects disappear into thin air.

The search results surprised me greatly—there was no special method of operation; as long as I ’thought’ about it, it would work.

Of course, this ’thought’ wasn’t as simple as thinking about things normally; vividly speaking, it was using my mind.

The first two times, it was only during moments of danger out of instinct that it succeeded unconsciously.

I concentrated deeply, contorting my face for quite a while, but there was absolutely no response.

Then, another blast erupted above, with significant force this time, which made Qinghan furrow his brows, prompting urgency in my heart, and my mind went blank without thinking, and suddenly, the pillar vanished.

Qinghan’s body pitched forward, and I quickly caught him. The commotion above was lively; they must have used something to annoy the Chicken Shit, causing a whirlwind that sliced someone again.

Qinghan pulled out the treasure sword from behind him, rubbed his chest that had been stuck, and raised the sword intending to head up.

"What are you doing? Still want to help them?" I wouldn’t mind if they got eaten by Chicken Shit.

"Leave a few of them behind at least," Qinghan chuckled.

By now, only a few remained above; Qinghan jumped up the pit with his sword, and I had no choice but to follow him.

Qinghan’s skills, avoiding the serpent’s attacks with ease, but the serpent seemed to have grown stronger.

Possibly from consuming a few people, its deadly wind inflicted wider damage, no longer targeting just one person at a time.

Of Pete’s lot, only three were left—him, the blonde and a scrawny old man.

Qinghan leapt out and immediately shielded the old man, who was closest to the pit entrance, from the three scattered individuals.

I guessed he intended to take advantage of the distraction to jump down alone and hide.

The serpent initially ignored Qinghan, perhaps because it listened to me, intending to spare him.

But since Qinghan persistently resisted, aiming to save others, the serpent finally ceased ignoring him, launching a windy attack.

Ruthlessly sharp yet invisible gusts were exhaled out to kill.

Qinghan dodged them with ease, but the serpent grew furious, aiming to wrap him with its body first.

And so within the plaza, they enacted a chase and escape drama.

Qinghan, with a string tied to the sword hilt, sprinted while still able to twist around and launch a flying sword stab at the serpent behind him.

The serpent wasn’t a true snake, merely coagulated from pasty chicken excrement, it lacked the vulnerabilities of ordinary snakes.

Pete’s crew blasted with bullets and grenades, yet failed to harm it, indicating ordinary weapons were futile.

The blonde held something akin to a loudspeaker—a gun it wasn’t, nor an amplifier entirely, with added parts.

I guessed it might be a kind of sonic-wave gun, perhaps useful to disrupt animals, but clearly ineffective against the serpent.

Pete cursed ’moron,’ possibly thinking Qinghan foolish for attacking the serpent with conventional cold weapons.

My frustration boiled within, Qinghan risked his safety to save them, and he called him dumb!

No one anticipated Pete would be swiftly proven wrong after just cursing.

The treasure sword penetrated Chicken Shit Snake, severing it, while I heard a woman’s scream from its flesh, the source being Chicken Shit itself.