The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 298 - 266: The Tomb Owner’s Lameness Is Definitely Not Simple

I quickly waved my hand: "They’re not our people."

The newcomer didn’t seem intent on hiding their identity. They took off their sunhat, revealing a face that was on the verge of decay, like a mummy that failed to resurrect, stuck in a state neither here nor there. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In the mouth with exposed gums, the dark tongue resembled beef jerky. I patted my pocket, took out the last slice of fleeceflower root, and stuffed it into my mouth.

"It’s you." Zhaosi was the first to speak upon seeing that decaying face.

"Revenge!" The man with the decaying face didn’t speak; instead, one of the security guards beside him suddenly said viciously.

In fact, upon closer inspection, all four security guards following him had vacant eyes, their gaze unfocused, like walking corpses.

Shunfeng quietly called me over, then tossed me a small bag filled with ginseng.

While eating, I observed the people present. Zhaosi recognized the newcomer, which made the female white-collar worker a little nervous, but she relaxed as soon as the newcomer mentioned revenge.

"Revenge for what? It’s better to obediently stay as a private collection; no wind or rain, no worry about tomb robbers disturbing your remains."

Clearly, the man with the decaying face had no interest in living the life Zhaosi described. No, it was the security guard beside him who roared with anger, lunging at Zhaosi, intending to strangle her.

The method of attack was somewhat childish, and the security guard was immediately enveloped by a shroud of black smoke, rendered immobile.

The same happened to the other three security guards. The man with the decaying face, also the tomb owner, flew into a rage at the sight, but he too was enveloped in black smoke and couldn’t move an inch.

He tilted his head back and gave a long, silent howl, but astonishingly, the tomb began to shake due to his action.

The later renovations by Zhaosi started to fall apart, with human bones embedded in the walls, ground, and ceiling dropping one after another.

The scene was exactly like in a movie, as countless bones fell and assembled, wobbling to stand like infants learning to walk, teetering along clumsily.

"Tsk, are you filming the return of the mummy here..." I smirked, watching the tomb owner still ’roaring.’ How did he manage to return to the country?

With such intelligence, I doubted he had the wisdom to sneak back into the country on his own. This method of revenge was overly simplistic and baffling.

"Hey, hey? Look, that’s the resurrected tomb owner." I pushed away the skeleton man beside me, guarding the pouch of ginseng, casting a glance at the white-collar lady.

The white-collar lady kept her eyes on the tomb owner, merely grunting in response. The masked men around her gathered closer, forming a protective circle.

Baozi and Shunfeng ran out from the kitchen, Wen Jing also approached me, kicking away the skeleton man jostling beside me.

Resurrection doesn’t surprise me, but the principle behind the tomb owner’s manipulation of skeletons piques my curiosity.

Just a pile of bones—in great numbers, sure—but what climate could they form?

"They must die... They’re all doomed..." The security guard trapped by black smoke let out a wail like an evil ghost.

The skeletons launched an attack on the living. I knocked Baozi out, leaving Shunfeng and Wen Jing startled. I didn’t have time for explanations. "Get her into the coffin."

Both nodded simultaneously, carrying Baozi into the coffin, tossing out the big white worm.

The big white worm wailed as it fell into my arms. Its body was soft, emitting a faint woody fragrance. I wondered how it would taste when roasted.

Initially, the big white worm was fairly quiet. But as soon as I envisioned roasting it to a golden, crispy finish, it immediately began to struggle, whining pitifully once more.

"Okay, okay, I won’t roast you." I cradled it, bouncing it a bit. This creature was more perceptive than I thought, highly sensitive to changes in human emotions.

A battle between humans and bones commenced. The masked men fired their guns, but space was limited, and the sheer number of skeletons created an overwhelming advantage. Soon, a skeleton bit down on one of the masked men’s legs.

Don’t be fooled by the cracked skull of the skeleton; its teeth were incredibly strong. Blood flowed from the skeleton’s mouth into its body, without spilling outside, absorbed entirely by its body. The bones absorbed the blood, regenerating fresh red flesh.

Plagiarism! This shameless tomb owner must have copied a movie scene, adding magical effects to himself, trying to create a mummy army.

The tomb owner noticed his skeleton army only attacked the white-collar lady’s group, ignoring Zhaosi and me, as if they couldn’t sense our existence. Furious, he struggled more fiercely, tearing the new facial muscles from his wide-open mouth. His silent fury redirected the skeletons attacking the white-collar lady’s group toward Zhaosi and me.