The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 367 - 300: Taking Human Form

Lilith and her team had also been troubled by hallucinations in the pyramid tomb, and even after coming out, the hallucinations didn’t disappear.

But as long as they controlled themselves well, their daily lives were basically unaffected. Their hallucinations were relatively easy to distinguish, because what they saw were things that wouldn’t normally appear in daily life.

Out of place with the surroundings, it was particularly obvious. They now knew that was a hallucination.

Yet the hallucinations Mike and his team saw were too ’normal’, with cars, people, and scenery, making it easy for the brain to get confused and doubt everything.

The information provided by Kangaroo Country did not mention the causes of hallucinations, but did mention a city.

The desert is vast, and in the history of Kangaroo Country, there has never been a city here, whether in modern or ancient times.

It suddenly appearing in the desert couldn’t have been blown there by the wind.

Yet there is no mention of this city in the country’s history or even in the legends from the primitive aboriginal period.

Qinghan asked me if there had ever been a civilization here in our era.

I thought for a long time, shook my head, and said no. Actually, this is quite unscientific. Kangaroo Country has a large land area, surrounded by the sea, with abundant flora and fauna. Living here should be better than underground, but there wasn’t.

He brought it up, and I remembered something, which might be considered a legend.

In our time, there was a legend of a polluted continent, which, according to the orientation calculations of that time, might refer to the continent where Kangaroo Country is located.

"Pollution? What kind of pollution?" Qinghan asked while organizing the equipment. We each strapped on our backpacks, preparing to move forward on foot.

"Not clear, it’s just a legend. Pollution is like a virus, everyone avoids it, and no one is willing to test it personally."

"Since it’s pollution, it can’t be without human cause, indicating there was once a civilization here," Qinghan whispered.

"That era has long passed, silent for ten thousand years. This city wouldn’t reappear for no reason. Perhaps it’s something your uncle and they did?" The city is an inanimate object, not a moving castle. Without someone moving it, how could it come out by itself?

"It’s possible, be careful of the hallucinations."

Even if just ruins, what the previous civilization left behind might still hold valuable things.

Our goal this time is to find the technology or energy left behind by the lost civilization.

Of course, officially it’s to save people, so we didn’t bring many people openly.

In the desert of Kangaroo Country, many bizarre plants grow, and these plants have very low requirements for survival.

Qinghan occasionally looked up at the sky, possibly checking when the lightning would appear.

Mike walked in front to lead the way. They had a fixed route coming in, which was also commonly taken by tourists and considered safe.

Unfortunately, it was before the strange circle appeared. We retraced the old path, out of fear of getting lost, because inside the strange circle, there is no safe place, as Mike said.

After entering the Death Zone, I indeed felt a strange sensation, as if time had stopped. Quickly, I lost the sense of time, not knowing whether I walked for five minutes or fifty minutes.

All the time-telling devices stopped working. All we had left was our memory, remembering it was nine o’clock in the evening when we entered this area.

In this Death Zone, the sky was as black as ink, without stars or a moon; don’t count on them for direction.

Mike walked firmly. Previously, he was just silent, but now he was completely mute.

I was a bit worried because if he was already experiencing hallucinations, leading us the wrong way, how would we judge?

I asked Qinghan this quietly, and he pointed out several places to me, each with clumps of plants, with red cloth strips tied on them.

"These are the markers they left," Qinghan said.

The matter of the markers was Qinghan’s guess; Mike never mentioned them. One person’s hallucination can’t be seen by others, so these markers definitely weren’t Mike’s hallucination.

I could also see them, so they weren’t Qinghan’s hallucination either.

Unsure how long we had been walking, the lightning Mike mentioned appeared out of nowhere, striking the sandy ground next to Doctor Du, barely a meter away. The lightning hit the sand, spraying it all over her.

We wore special shoes with insulated soles. As long as we weren’t struck by the lightning, we were basically fine.

Lightning, like in high school physics, had no warning, suddenly crashing down. Fortunately, it didn’t hit Doctor Du, or our first loss would be the team doctor, making things much harder later on.

I asked Qinghan about Miss Tang’s route, as Mike’s team was on a tourist route. Since they didn’t know about the ’Great Project,’ maybe Miss Tang could find insider information and take a shortcut.