The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 443 - 330: Not an Illusion

Mike said I heard the hallucinations again and insisted on keeping an eye on me, fearing I’d be ambushed by dark forces.

But he didn’t know, it’s not me or Qinghan being ambushed. From the sound of it, it seems like the dark forces themselves were ambushed, as they cried out wretchedly.

I estimated Qinghan should be fine, so I didn’t rush to check if he had any handprints on his back.

Time passed bit by bit, and when the rest time was over, Qinghan told everyone to pack up and prepare to set off.

The dark forces didn’t appear again. Mike seemed to have the Undead Heart and stuck close to me when we resumed our journey.

Doctor Du and Wang Le walked in a row, with Huang Zaijiang in front of them. Qinghan decided to continue advancing towards the city center, saying that since trouble is unavoidable, we might as well face it head-on.

The things Qinghan told me, if told to others, would probably cause chaos, so he secretly told only me, after all, my psychological endurance is different from normal people.

For instance, I know every building, every street, and every corner of this Ancient City is inhabited by evil spirits, and they’ve been silently watching us, yet I feel no discomfort.

In the streets we’ve walked and the houses we’ve rested in, evil spirits lurk everywhere. Sometimes, we might be sitting right in front of or beside them.

They are like part of the city, like bricks and tiles, existing in every corner, having become one with the Ancient City.

But these things are not murals; they’re living entities. If Doctor Du knew there was an evil spirit crouching behind her, watching her in her convenience, she would have been freaked out to death.

Of course, Qinghan didn’t want to mention it, mainly to avoid alarming the evil spirits. The entire city is filled with evil spirits, and right now they’re just ’watching.’ If they’re disturbed and swarm us, with our few people, we’d not even be sufficient to fill the gaps between their teeth.

Qinghan also wanted to understand why they were merely watching us, playing small tricks like leaving handprints.

Wuyong called them evil spirits, and so many people have come with no return. If anyone believes they mean us no harm, they’d be foolish.

Since there’s no goodwill, why haven’t they acted?

Precisely because he wanted to figure out the cause, Qinghan pretended not to see them, instead observing them.

Little Red and Gu, who joined the team midway, have disappeared. I’m not worried about Little Red; Gu’s disappearance doesn’t seem like he’s in danger. According to Wang Le, it seems Gu made an excuse to slip away.

There were only these few of us when we entered the desert, the personnel remained unchanged. The mist hasn’t cleared, visibility is only two meters. After leaving the small house, we walked towards the city center. Not long after, Wang Le recognized the courtyard where he had a banquet and pointed it out to us.

It was a residence a bit like a four-sided courtyard. The main gate was open, and it was silent inside. Huang Zaijiang suggested going in to take a look, in case we find evidence proving Wang Le didn’t see an illusion.

Given the situation, we shouldn’t split up. It’s convenient with a small team. Together, we climbed the steps and entered the main gate of the large courtyard.

The front yard had eight stone tables with basins, bowls, plates, and small jars on them, possibly for putting drinks and beverages. At first glance, it looked like a banquet was underway.

But upon a closer look, the basins and bowls were filled with bugs, grass, or dirt and mud, and the liquid in the jars was cloudy and foul-smelling.

Seeing this, Wang Le wanted to vomit again. Huang Zaijiang told him to turn his back to the ’banquet’ to avoid seeing it and upsetting his stomach.

Some of the basins were full, but most of the bowls and plates were nearly empty, only a little left at the bottom. Wang Le couldn’t have eaten so much by himself, eight tables of it; he’s not a big eater. Besides, eating dirt and mud fills you up, so these dark foods surely weren’t consumed by one person.

The dining plates on the table were not overturned, and there were no broken dishes on the ground. Wang Le said he saw two groups fighting, but later couldn’t recall the details.

"Things are still on the table; it seems that was his hallucination." Mike looked at the ’food’ on the table and concluded.

Wang Le said when the two groups fought, they knocked the food onto the ground. He thought it was a waste, so he snatched a plate of sea cucumber, thinking he should save the expensive stuff.

But now we saw the food neatly arranged on the table, and the ground was clean. The ’food’ in the bowls and plates wasn’t spilled.

"Maybe someone cleaned it up," said Huang Zaijiang.

Let’s set aside whether anyone fought. Just the arrangement of these ’foods’ on the tables requires someone to have set it up.