The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 407 - 313: Werewolf Enthusiasts Express Outrage (Part 2)

Because if the tracker and receiver are less than five meters apart, the indicator light will go out.

It signifies that the target has been found, and its task is complete.

Now the indicator light is still on. These two-headed wolves have settled in the Ancient City, and it’s unclear how long they’ve been here, but their pack is quite large.

Hundreds of wolves living together, don’t they fight sometimes?

After handling the situation here, I began searching for the wolves’ lair.

The werewolf may be dead, but the wolf pack remains; a nation cannot go a day without a ruler, and a wolf pack cannot go a day without a leader.

Even if a werewolf dies, they’ll elect a new leader, and by then, we’ll be in trouble again.

When it comes to matters of life and death, I can only apologize to the wolf lovers out there.

As I wandered through the midnight city, I discovered that what’s ’living’ here isn’t just small animals.

For instance, there was a puddle on the street, and when I accidentally kicked a stone into it, sizzle—a stone fell into a strong acid-like solution, it smoked and melted!

If a pedestrian accidentally steps on it, their foot would be gone.

My foot was fine, but I can’t afford to lose my shoes. Discovering there are such ’dangers’ in the city, I became extremely cautious with my steps, avoiding stepping on anything resembling a water pit.

Despite this, there were times I couldn’t avoid it; stepping on the seemingly fine stone pavement felt like stepping into water, with my leg halfway submerged, it startled me so much that I swiftly backed away.

Thinking to myself that not only my shoes but also my pants might get damaged, I checked my leg and saw it was covered with bugs clinging to my pants, hanging like tassels.

I carefully burned them off one by one, and after shaking my pant legs, I ended up with a pair of hole-ridden pants.

Fortunately, it was the lower leg, and the bug bites only left small, soybean-sized holes.

I set that area of stone paving ablaze, only to discover it was a bug nest beneath.

The stone paving seemed like a trap, enticing people to step on it. Just like Mike said, no one who enters the city comes out alive.

With acid every three steps and bug nests every five steps, who could possibly make it out alive?

I simply marked all the dangerous areas I passed with a distinct symbol. I wasn’t familiar with the marking method used by Qinghan and others, so I burned lotus-shaped designs at each hazardous spot.

Whether on the walls, ground, or decorative stone columns along the edge, they all bore the same mark.

After walking for over half an hour, I finally received the ’blinking’ light prompt, indicating that I wasn’t far from the target.

I looked around, pondering where hundreds of wolves could hide; after a glance, only a six-story stone building might be able to accommodate them.

But would wolves live in a building? Though I had my doubts, I still walked towards the stone building. The closer I got to the target, the faster the light blinked.

When I reached the building’s entrance, the light went out, which meant the target was less than five meters away from me.

The building’s door was half open, dark inside, with many pairs of green eyes shining like small bulbs.

At this distance, they should have realized that an intruder was encroaching upon their domain, yet they made no move, just quietly standing behind the door, watching me.

One wolf, four eyes; at least a hundred eyes were in the hall behind the door.

They stood in lines, flanking the door, leaving a path for me.

Directly opposite the door was a staircase, with two-headed wolves standing on either side, leaving the middle open.

All the werewolves were dead, so what did they mean by this? The orderly formation and silent gaze suggested to me that they had a new commander.

Before entering, I felt I should say something, but upon thinking it over, nothing seemed appropriate. Saying: "Hello, I’m here to slay you, sorry for the intrusion!"

Seemed rather improper, so I quietly walked through the door, following the ’path’ laid out by the two-headed wolves, heading up the stairs all the way to the top.

Each floor of the six-story stone building had lines of two-headed wolves, such a display made me somewhat anticipate meeting the final boss.

The interior of the stone building once boasted a magnificent decor, it was evident it wasn’t a residence, possibly resembling an opera house or a cinema.

In the ’luxury’ box of the top floor, I met the boss that I’d been anticipating for a whole minute.

"Cough, why is it you?" During that minute, I considered several possibilities, envisioned seven or eight forms the boss might take, but upon seeing the real deal, I realized I guessed wrong on all accounts.

"No wonder it was killed by you, the Power of Karma Fire burns away all tangible things, even steel and iron turn into gas and vanish without a trace." The boss had been standing by the window of the box, and as he spoke, he turned around to face me.