The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 294 - 265: Relentless Pursuit
The female office worker held a bell, shaking it back and forth but without sound. Apparently, this bell was used to control insects. These insects must be extremely precious, as there hasn’t been any report of creatures that can devour everything.
Fortunately, it didn’t have an Undead Body; the humanoid black smoke easily crushed a handful of them.
The female office worker nodded toward the men in black, and instantly a few headed towards the kitchen.
Just as I was about to be exposed, I removed my gloves and checked my green palm, its color had faded considerably, thanks to the tonic.
As soon as the masked men come in, I’ll use the green light to deal with them, and by then they’ll start slaughtering each other, none will leave alive.
As footsteps reached the doorway, I raised my hand ready to unleash the green light; suddenly, two people rushed past me, shouting loudly.
"Fu, don’t come out!"
"Senior, watch me——"
Shunfeng opened the Vajra Umbrella, vigorously turning the handle to block the bullets, leading the charge as a shield, while Baozi threw several black boxes outside, connected by wires and seemingly leaking electricity; they crackled upon landing, scaring the masked men back several steps.
Shunfeng had a soup pot on his head, blocking his vision, only able to see his feet. Baozi had a steaming pot over his head and held a frying pan in hand.
Zhaosi’s kitchen cookware was all strapped to them. Fortunately, they didn’t come out holding a gas cylinder.
Despite their courage, their strength was far inferior to their opponents. The Vajra Umbrella was impressive, blocking the dense barrage of bullets, but Shunfeng couldn’t withstand the force and was pushed back by the impact.
"Hey... hey, hey... no more!" Shunfeng stumbled backward, pushing Baozi back into the kitchen with him.
I grabbed the gas cylinder and charged out. The masked men barely held fire, the machine gun temporarily veered to the side, hitting the wall beside us, raising a cloud of debris along with some bone fragments.
As expected, there were human bones in the wall. Holding the gas cylinder, I moved forward; it was a spur-of-the-moment thought to use the green light to create internal conflict, leading to gunfire. But if Baozi and the others got caught in crossfire, wouldn’t we be the big losers? So the best strategy is to ensure they dare not shoot.
"Calm down, don’t get excited!" The masked men retreated as they tried to persuade me.
Holding the gas cylinder, I approached them, my face obscured by an outdoor sun hat. A guy in the crowd secretly lowered his gun, aiming at my leg; Shunfeng, gripping the Vajra Umbrella, dove to the ground, opened the umbrella to shield my legs.
The one intending to shoot was held back by his companions, probably fearing bullets bouncing off the umbrella and causing collateral damage, or directly hitting and exploding the gas cylinder.
"Stop!" The female office worker raised a hand, signaling those attacking us to halt; she also pulled back the bell in her other hand, leaving the remaining insects to burrow back into the box at her feet.
Judging by the numbers, in such a short time, she had lost half of the insects. Her masked followers raised their guns, stepping forward, the muzzle just two steps away from Zhaosi.
My heart skipped a beat, thinking things were about to turn violent. Zhaosi might unleash chaos, prompting Baozi to flee back to the tomb; the ensuing unclassified gore was not suitable for her to witness.
The silenced gun fired twice, but the bullets instead sunk into the black smoke in front of Zhaosi, failing to penetrate it.
"You two stay in the kitchen, don’t come out. I’m fine." Using my foot, I hooked the handle of the Vajra Umbrella, pulling it back to the kitchen’s entrance.
Baozi and Shunfeng listened to me, retreating to the kitchen. Shunfeng detached the umbrella handle, ready to wield it like a sword, with a pot lid in his other hand, resembling a parody of a Spartan warrior.
"Stop wandering around with the gas cylinder. You should take cover too; I don’t have spare clothes for you if you’re splattered with blood." Zhaosi glanced at me casually.
"Can you show some restraint, or perhaps throw in some censorship, seeing as there are kids around?" Of course, we could hide in the kitchen, but when we come out later to find guts strewn about, Baozi’s lunch would be wasted.
"Who are you?" The female office worker’s gaze fell on me.
"A guest just popping in." Carrying the gas cylinder, I moved toward her, the masked men attempted to stop me, but the female office worker waved them off.
"You’re trying to hog the treasure." Her face darkened, sounding as though we had stolen her kidney.
The treasure had been used by Zhaosi as a pet’s cage; she couldn’t use it herself, but the big white bug liked it. If the coffin were sold, what would happen to the big white bug?
"What treasure? It doesn’t have the power of resurrection at all. The tomb owner is already stashed in private collectors’ vaults. Surely preservation from decay isn’t your idea of resurrection? I’d recommend formalin for better results, and reportedly it marinates squid well too."
