The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 423 - 318: Snatching the Bamboo Shoots, Huh? (Part 3)

This corpse is already hideously mangled, it’s precisely the Werewolf we let go, but for it to end up like this, it shouldn’t be the handiwork of Little Red.

It’s covered in holes, with the edges of the holes raised as if something drilled out from within, and its long fur is still sticking with insect molting shells, like silkworm molts.

"It’s the Six-winged Insect," Huang Zaijiang said.

Indeed, Gu also drew images of the Six-winged Insect for us, but he didn’t illustrate what its larvae look like, nor did he depict the transformation of creatures after being implanted with its eggs.

But when you piece it together, it should be similar to the corpse before us.

Well, this looks like a complete ’accident,’ Mike felt a bit disheartened, not pausing his steps, and quickly ran towards the building with us.

When we reached downstairs, we saw that the doors of this building had already been sealed off, not just with a plastic strip or a few pieces of paper, but rather it was sealed with stone and concrete-like adhesives.

No wonder that person hid on the roof of this building, turns out he was confident the mantises couldn’t get in.

"Climb up along the rope! Hurry—" That person threw down a rope and shouted at us.

I let others use the rope because there were only two ropes, so Huang Zaijiang and Mike shared one, and Doctor Du and Qinghan shared the other.

I used gecko equipment and climbed directly, with Little Red on my back—faster than them.

Qinghan was second, Mike was third, Huang Zaijiang and Doctor Du tied for fourth.

The person on the rooftop looked at me, clutching his chest, and said, "You scared me, I thought it was a monster climbing up, almost shot you."

He gestured to Little Red behind me, "You two look like a two-headed monster."

This man was dressed in outdoor casual attire, wearing a tilted cowboy hat, and also a foreigner.

Mike being the official representative, naturally had to ask, and not shirking responsibility, asked who the man was and why he was here after climbing up.

Death Desert is a restricted area under Kangaroo Country’s blockade, and the Ancient City is top secret, so seeing unauthorized personnel here, he had to inquire.

However, the cowboy hat ignored Mike, he pulled up the rope and picked up a bucket by the rooftop edge, pouring it down floor by floor.

The bucket contained green water, without knowing what it was, Doctor Du, being professional, said it was seaweed water.

In other words, the cowboy hat was pouring anesthetic, but from the smell, it seemed to be more than just anesthetic, there was also an alcohol scent.

Just as the thought of alcohol came to mind, he lit a bottle with a cloth strip inserted at the bottle mouth, the cloth strip began burning, and he threw the bottle downstairs.

The ground was covered with the seaweed paste he poured, possibly mixed with wine or alcohol, and as the bottle smashed onto it, it immediately ignited into a sea of fire.

The anesthetic turned into anesthetic gas, though I didn’t know what theoretical basis he had, we just waited to see if this tactic worked.

The giant mantis chased us to the downstairs and started hacking the building with its forelimbs, no, it wanted to climb up.

Believe it or not, they actually could climb up, and an eight-meter-high building, they could reach the top in a short while.

Thankfully, the cowboy hat’s anesthetic gas worked when a foreclaw had already reached the rooftop edge, its body swayed and fell again.

Below was the sea of fire, after all, giant mantises are living creatures, sunbathing is fine but falling into a fiery sea being roasted by intense fire for half an hour, they were cooked and scorched.

Unfortunately, the quantity of anesthetic paste and the fire sea’s area was not enough to burn all the giant mantises, merely rendering a third of them ineffective.

At this moment, my attention was drawn by a light in the city center direction—a very soft light, pearl-colored, with an illumination range not exceeding 500 meters.

But in this city, it was particularly conspicuous, and in the light, something was flying back and forth—just blurry shadows, hard to say what it was.

Perhaps it’s just some fluttering moths that like to chase light—that light’s height was much lower compared to the surrounding buildings, so we couldn’t see the light from afar or outside the city.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" Cowboy hat ignored Mike and leaned over to me, looking at the light source, said.

"Beautiful? Just a big light bulb, what’s so beautiful?" I snapped back into focus, looking at him strangely.

"Light bulb? Haha, that’s an interesting description." Cowboy hat’s waistband held a handgun, and he didn’t mind us noticing, as Mike was staring at the gun, he pulled it out and fiddled with it twice in his hand.

Removing the magazine for inspection, then reinserting it, he placed the handgun back in his waistband.

Is it show off, show off, or show off?

Or perhaps intimidation?

"Hey, I don’t care who you are or who sent you, now that you’re on my turf, you must abide by my rules." Cowboy hat walked to a corner of the rooftop, where a stone chair was placed, he sat on it and crossed his legs.