The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 444 - 330: Not an Illusion

The bugs Wang Le ate were particularly fresh, as if they had just been dug out of the soil, still with mud on them.

So the ’food’ in the courtyard couldn’t have been there originally. Who prepared such a lavish feast for him?

Mike said it might have been dug up by Wang Le himself in a hallucination, only he couldn’t remember.

Wang Le immediately denied it, saying he watched with his own eyes as people brought the dishes one by one. He had been sitting by the edge of the courtyard, not lifting a finger.

The stone table stood out in the open courtyard, its surface covered in dust. Bowls and plates placed upon it left circular marks, indicating they had been put there not long ago because there was dust even within the circular marks. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Mike disagreed, "Maybe you set it up yourself."

This made Wang Le anxious, "It definitely wasn’t me. If you don’t believe me, look at my hands!"

Wang Le extended his hands, wiggling his fingers for us to see his nails.

His nails were neatly trimmed, but after entering the desert, they hadn’t been cut and had grown slightly. Longer nails easily store dirt, and if he had dug through soil, even after washing his hands, dirt could easily remain unnoticed inside the nails.

Mike looked at Wang Le’s nails, which had no dirt, but he still shook his head, "Have you checked your spade?"

Each of our equipment kits included a folding spade because, when venturing deep into the desert, tents, vehicles, or even people might get buried by sand, requiring clearing.

Wang Le carried his spade with him, and he took it out for us to see. The blade had no dirt.

"Do you believe me now?" Huang Zaijiang said with slight dissatisfaction.

"I just want to prove whether he had a hallucination or not. This is extremely important for every one of us," Mike said.

"Now, it’s clear it wasn’t his hallucination. Someone brought him here and prepared a feast. Stop suspecting hallucinations; someone’s trying to confuse us," Huang Zaijiang raised his voice.

His words were meant for all of us, and Doctor Du continued, "Neither could the handprints be hallucinations. I think there’s something with the skill of invisibility."

Doctor Du’s speculation was closest to the truth. Saying invisibility wasn’t entirely accurate—it should be said the ’evil spirit’ has the ability to bewilder our brains and eyes, making us overlook them.

Of course, Qinghan said they crouched in the walls or lay on the ceiling. Their way of turning invisible was merging with the environment and buildings; unless they wished, we couldn’t touch them at all.

Mike once saw Ou Chen in a wall; could it be he also became an evil spirit?

If a person could transform into an evil spirit, then is the cowboy hat an evil spirit disguised as a normal person?

Mike had no rebuttal and could only accept Doctor Du and Huang Zaijiang’s statements; in fact, despite his talking about hallucinations here and there, when it was proven not to be hallucinations, he was actually relieved, as if a burden had been lifted.

Hallucinations were always a big hurdle in his heart, or his greatest fear—proving they didn’t exist would alleviate his psychological burden considerably.

Everyone present had more or less experienced bizarre, enigmatic events and encountered strange and peculiar creatures.

After Doctor Du finished talking about invisibility, Huang Zaijiang thought for a moment and said, "I’ve seen a creature with a similar ability to a chameleon."

Wang Le immediately followed up, "I’ve encountered a plant that emits a fragrance that induces hallucinations, leading people to follow its thoughts into an illusion, eventually trapping them beneath it to provide it with nutrients."

The more Mike listened, the more relieved he appeared, clearly finding solace in the talk of flora and fauna.

However, Wang Le and Huang Zaijiang merely proposed an idea—the evil spirit wasn’t actually a chameleon or a cannibal flower.

It’s just another lifeform with a similar function. When I say they are life, that’s my understanding: to be alive and to die is to have life.

I have yet to see anything immortal. Even for me, when energy is exhausted or the ’heart’ ages and decays, there will ultimately be a day of death.

Qinghan saw me lost in thought and asked what I was thinking. He tactfully asked if I had ever heard of such creatures.

I felt he was trying to ask whether such lifeforms existed in our era.

"No... I haven’t heard of them. They might be a new form of life cultivated from a source."

"What do you think that light source is?" Huang Zaijiang mentioned this with shining eyes, clearly very interested in the Cosmic Core.

"It might be a form of energy body," Mike said.