The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 441 - 329: Bear Bile Eye Drops (Part 2)

"Cough, do you need to be alone for a while?" I worried that he might have an allergic reaction to the medication and suddenly transform or something, so I discreetly hinted at whether he needed everyone to avoid him.

"No need, I’m much better now." Qinghan opened his half-closed eyes and paused as he lifted his head.

His gaze first fell upon us, then shifted to the corner of the room, and finally the ceiling.

But he only paused slightly and nobody paid attention to the underlying meaning. Doctor Du and the others eagerly asked him how he felt, whether he had a headache or if his eyes felt strained.

Qinghan said he felt fine, but the medication seemed to have no effect, causing discomfort for nothing.

Huang Zaijiang couldn’t hide his disappointment, as he was hoping Qinghan’s Heavenly Eye would open, revealing something.

However, he quickly comforted Qinghan, saying that if there was no effect, then there was no adverse reaction—losing a horse, who knows it may be a blessing in disguise?

We found Wang Le, but Gu didn’t know where he ran off to. Whether to advance or retreat, the decision was yet in Qinghan’s hands.

Qinghan didn’t say whether to head to the city center; he only mentioned that everyone should rest first, eat something, and replenish their strength.

Wang Le ate too much ’sea cucumber’ and couldn’t eat anything else, so he nibbled on a few biscuits, drank some water, and sat with Huang Zaijiang to chat.

He was still bothered about the ’hallucinations’ encountered earlier, claiming those people were definitely not illusions.

The black handprint on his back had been examined by Doctor Du. It wasn’t painted or anything else; it was just a handprint.

But why it was black, Doctor Du couldn’t say; she mentioned that Wang Le wasn’t poisoned, at least not by any of the over a thousand toxins she knew of.

Wang Le himself remained optimistic, simply believing it was a bruise from being slapped too hard.

After eating and drinking, Doctor Du said she needed to step out for a moment, and I accompanied her out of the small room.

She found a nearby corner; there wasn’t a toilet in the small room, nor anywhere else in the city we’d been to. None of the buildings we entered had toilets.

We didn’t know if this was the ancient land of the Pixiu, or if the inhabitants of the Ancient City had quantum faecal magic. In any case, Doctor Du could only find a nook to relieve herself with no toilet available.

The nook she found was quite hidden, at the corner formed by a wall; she was in the shadowy corner, I was in the sunny corner. We were actually quite close, within arm’s reach, yet unable to see each other, thus preserving her privacy.

"Little Leng."

"Huh?"

"What’s up?"

"Nothing, didn’t you just call me?"

"I didn’t call you."

I turned my head, craned my neck to look at Doctor Du squatting in the corner, she stood up after pulling up her pants. Suddenly, she darted forward several steps, turned sharply, and looked at the spot where she had just been standing.

"Nothing there, just the wall." I glanced at the wall, then looked at Doctor Du, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Someone... touched me." Doctor Du stared at the wall as if she would burn a hole through it.

"Hmm? Touched you?" I kicked the wall—solid, no layers or hidden doors.

"Hmm, after the touch, please help me look." Doctor Du seemed to have thought of something; she immediately turned halfway, lifted her shirt for me to check her back.

"Uh... there’s a black handprint." I didn’t dare touch the black handprint on her back, for as I was about to reach out, the handprint suddenly shifted, turning into a blackish, grinning human face staring at me.

This thing couldn’t be told to Doctor Du right now; psychological implications are a double-edged sword, capable of creating positive effects, but also misfortune.

If I told Doctor Du now that there was a living handprint on her back that could change faces, she’d probably scratch her back raw.

"Let’s head back first." Doctor Du looked around, mist like gauze shrouded the Ancient City in a hazy and eerie atmosphere.

Doctor Du and I returned to the small room, she showed the black handprint to Qinghan and Huang Zaijiang. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

But when they looked at it, the handprint didn’t change shape, making me uncertain whether what I saw was a hallucination.

After Doctor Du recounted what happened, the atmosphere, only slightly soothed, grew heavy once again.

If there was only a single black handprint, it wouldn’t cause panic among the team. With one appearing on Doctor Du too, others couldn’t help but wonder if they would be next.

This black handprint might be a mark; Mike muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly looked at me saying, "You’re next!"

"Huh?" I pointed to my nose, confused by his thought process.

"Before Mr. Wang was struck, he conversed with a hallucination; before Doctor Du was touched, she heard someone calling her, and just now she said you also heard something."