The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 403 - 312: Wolves

Such a bodily structure makes them look quite comical, and their two heads are almost touching the ground. If they start running, wouldn’t they end up slapping the earth with their faces?

After Mike killed the fifth Two-headed Fox, more than half of the bullets in his clip were already consumed.

They began to argue again about whether to let the Two-headed Foxes come over, when I felt something approaching me, so I swiftly turned my body around and extended the special Hook Stick...

Squish—

A Two-headed Fox just happened to lunge at me, its forehead precisely hitting the sharp end of the Hook Stick, which pierced straight into its head up to halfway. Its other head tilted, trying to bite my hand, but I lifted my other hand and squish—pierced through its second head as well.

This Hook Stick is on par with a treasure sword, piercing bones like cardboard.

"Little Fu?" Qinghan called me from below, maybe sensing something.

Alongside his voice, Huang Zaijiang and Doctor Du’s gaze was also cast towards me.

Wang Le and Mike were at the door, closely watching the Two-headed Foxes outside, with no time to look at me.

I lifted the Hook Stick to show them the two heads speared onto it.

"Did they climb onto the rooftop? You’d better come down quickly, don’t—" Before Huang Zaijiang could finish his sentence, Mike’s bullets ran out.

He heard the ’click click’ sound of the gun failing to fire and glanced back at Mike.

Just at that glance, his gaze couldn’t return, as the Two-headed Foxes seemed to hear the depletion of bullets too and swarmed out from every dark corner.

This time, what sprung forth were not the comical-looking Two-headed Foxes but real wolves.

Wolves with limbs as strong as Leopards, from which it became clear that those sent earlier were the less agile ones.

Clearly, they were using the weaklings of their pack to deplete Mike’s bullets, and now that the ammunition was exhausted, they had finally launched a proper attack.

I felt that they knew there was a hole on the roof, and as they launched their attack, they sent yet another wave of wolves to try and climb onto the rooftop.

Crouching on the roof, one knee on the ground, my body posed to instantly change direction and leverage to fend off the Two-headed Wolves that might leap from any side with the merciless blows of the Hook Stick.

The Hook Stick could be considered a ’sinister’ weapon — whether it pierced into the brain or plunged into the belly, something would definitely be hooked out when it was withdrawn.

For instance, brain matter or fragments of internal organs — its inflicted wound was hard to stitch up. If a human were injured by it, swift hospital rescue might save them; but in a place like this, a beast suffering such severe damage could only wait for death.

My moves were so fast that it seemed to leave afterimages, and each time the stick stabbed into the Two-headed Wolves’ heads — penetrating through the mouth of those with open jaws, and through the eyes or forehead or mandible of those who weren’t — basically, the stick was claiming wolf lives.

This battle for me was a bit like playing whack-a-mole in the arcade; there was no feeling of nervous excitement, just pure amusement.

There’s no issue of the Hook Stick blunting after striking too many times, and in an instant, all twenty-plus Two-headed Wolves sent to climb the roof lay dead, their blood staining the roof, flowing down along the slope.

Mike was fighting the Two-headed Wolves at the door, and with the gun out of bullets, it became an iron stick in his hands. Seeing the blood flowing down, he didn’t even lift his head before shouting into the house to Qinghan: "Miss Cold is hurt!"

I almost spat out three liters of blood upon hearing this — the rooftop blood had formed a river. If this were my blood, that wouldn’t be called injury, that would mean my head had been bitten off by a wolf, with blood gushing out from my cavity, in which case, calling anyone for help would be futile as I wouldn’t need saving anymore.

Yet Qinghan squeezed out from the house, swapped places with Wang Le at the door, and took over guarding it. Without raising his head even once, he simply stated: "She’s fine, it’s not her blood."

See, Professor Chen surely understands me! He knows my prowess. Mere little wolves, how could they even hurt the great me?

All twenty-plus wolves perished on the rooftop, their bodies kicked to the sides of the house, to prevent blocking the door.

Having failed once, they dispatched another squad — this time, over thirty wolves jumped onto the rooftop.

They leapt up together, changing their strategy from wheel battle to all-out assault.

I tucked the Hook Stick into my waist, swept my hand horizontally, and the wolves behind the house turned to ashes.

The other wolves all paused; it seems they were not mindless puppets devoid of intelligence, they realized the current situation was odd.

The targets in front of me in a fan-shaped area were all annihilated, leaving two on each side, due to their daze, they lost the best opportunity to attack me.