The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 426 - 321: No Worries About Rain with a Plastic Bag Over Your Head
Doctor Du noticed I was a bit tense and quickly reassured me, "Don’t worry too much. They haven’t taken shape yet due to the short time."
I’m not afraid of anything else, just worried about them replicating eight Vajra Bodies, making them almost invincible.
But it seems Doctor Du might be right; eight Black Water People couldn’t open an outlet cover, so they don’t seem that threatening.
At that moment, I heard Qinghan shout ’window’. He reminded us that none of the other floors in the building had windows—only the rooftop did.
The Black Water People could easily crawl out from the windows instead of using the rooftop entrance, and that’s precisely what they did.
After Qinghan’s reminder, Mike and Huang Zaijiang went to check the edge of the rooftop and were nearly clawed by a Black Water Person that jumped up.
It was already too late to close the windows, as the Black Water People had leaped out and landed on the rooftop, moving quite agilely.
We noticed one of the Black Water People had undergone a strange transformation in its arm; one of its forearms had grown to resemble a human’s.
Of course, I’m not referring to the shape—they already looked human in shape, just missing some essential elements required for a living person.
Such as skin, facial features, etc. The unique Black Water Person had flesh on its forearm, but it was only fist-sized.
It matched exactly the missing piece from Huang Zaijiang in size and shape.
It must be the flesh Huang Zaijiang lost, now transferred onto its body.
So, Huang Zaijiang wasn’t bitten by the Black Water People, nor was he burned by corrosive liquids; the Black Water People stripped his flesh and attached it to their own body.
I’ve heard the saying, "Dog meat doesn’t adhere to sheep." Can human flesh adhere to monsters?
The Black Water Person with the human flesh jumped onto the rooftop, aiming straight for Huang Zaijiang.
Did it taste something ’sweet’ from him and plan to carve more flesh from him alone?
With one arm injured, Huang Zaijiang became slightly less mobile, prompting Qinghan to quickly assist him.
The treasure sword split the Black Water Person, cutting it in half and spilling it onto the ground. Unlike a shovel, it had some effect.
But that only delayed them temporarily, as they regrouped and restored themselves within seconds.
At this moment, the cowboy hat suddenly turned to me and said, "Maybe if the main body is alive, they can’t be killed."
As he said this, he turned to me again, holding a gun, freezing the atmosphere instantly.
Qinghan couldn’t reach from his distance and had to throw the treasure sword if he wanted to fight.
He wanted to stop him, clearly not because he feared I would be shot, but rather worried that the Vajra Body’s secret would be exposed in front of everyone.
Others were different; by their expressions, it seemed they thought I was about to die and were ready to rush over to stop him.
The cowboy hat paused for two seconds without taking action, probably hesitating.
Mike raised his hand to try to knock away the cowboy hat’s gun, but the cowboy hat turned the gun in time, and with a bang, black water splashed behind Mike. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
A Black Water Person had its head blown off, temporarily halting its actions; otherwise, Mike would have lost something.
Qinghan instructed everyone to go downstairs again, asking one person to go first to close the windows, while others tangled with the Black Water People to stall them.
Huang Zaijiang was less mobile, so he went down first, while we played cat-and-mouse with the Black Water People on the rooftop.
Guns and knives can only delay their actions, not eliminate them. The cowboy hat glanced at me several times, seemingly pondering whether to kill me to confirm his suspicion.
Qinghan moved to the closest spot near me, ready to assist anytime, preventing the cowboy hat from having a chance to act.
I winked at Qinghan, raised my palm, hinting that I could solve the black water issue.
Qinghan shook his head, seemingly considering it an inappropriate time since black water can’t harm dead objects, so we covered our skin with dead objects. Huang Zaijiang’s arm got hit because he rolled up his sleeve, exposing his forearm which allowed the black water to succeed.
Now we wrapped our hands with sleeves, but our heads were unprotected. Doctor Du remembered she had plastic bags with her.
Carrying plastic bags with her was her habit, for storing large samples.
Such as... human heads.
We put plastic bags over our heads, shielding against the rain without poking holes to prevent eye attacks.
This method was effective. After Mike put it on, he was hugged from behind by black water, but its hand happened to cover his eyes instead.
Yet it didn’t gouge out his eyes; he shook off the black water forcefully, not losing any flesh due to the tight wrap.
Drip... drip...
I felt liquid hitting the plastic bag and looked up to see the sky had darkened, rain droplets began to fall.
As raindrops hit the Black Water People, though expressionless and emotionless, their bodies shrunk from the rain, seemingly in pain.
By now Huang Zaijiang had closed the window from inside, Mike wanted to take advantage of the Black Water People’s halt and go back a floor, Qinghan told them to go down while he and I stayed.
The others were worried, but Qinghan said it was to observe the Black Water People and for everyone’s safety, keeping me temporarily separated from them.
The cowboy hat looked at the Black Water People, "Maybe... it’s better to resolve the root problem early?"
His eyes glanced at me when he said this, causing Mike to quickly shout, "Shut up!"
Qinghan simply ignored him and nodded at Doctor Du.
They returned to the top floor, Qinghan covered the hatch, and I heard Mike yelling from below, ’It’s all your mess, don’t you dare touch her.’
Upon listening, I glanced up to see Qinghan watching me with a peculiar look; if I understood him correctly, he seemed a bit... judgmental?
"It’s not my fault, that cowboy hat asked me to conduct the experiment—you didn’t oppose it either—now there’s a monster, but it’s not on me!"
"Is Mike too concerned about you? As your fiancé, I’m within my rights to intervene, right?"
"What’s this now? Fiancé? When did you upgrade yourself, why didn’t I know?"
"Since we returned from the pyramid tomb."
"Ouch... Don’t do that; casually altering the script without informing me, my info isn’t updated yet. When asked, I still say you’re my boyfriend!"
"Oh, I told others I plan to propose—right after this outing, you’ll agree once we get back."
Well, everything’s arranged for me... but wait, no, that’s not right!
"Your pace is off. If you schedule a wedding one day, are we getting married?"
"I’ll arrange it and notify you."
"Don’t mess around; this is a serious matter. Marriage is legally protected, can’t be faked or used for promotional stunts. No exploiting marriage benefits."
"Fine."
Qinghan agreed flatly; maybe I was overly sensitive, or he’s just joking.
We had the leisure to chat because the Black Water People had completely stopped attacking, the rain poured harder, forcing them to shrink into a single mass, like a deflated welcoming balloon, sprawled on the ground.
I touched my rain-drenched sleeve, feeling no extra harm from the rain.
