The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 453 - 333: City of Illusions (Part 2)

"No, that’s not exactly accurate. It’s an entity created by the power of thought."

"Something tangible?"

"Yes, a product created by a powerful thought and the core together."

"Oh, I see."

"Now you know how strong its power is, quickly abandon your foolish actions!"

"Okay." I turned around and walked back to the stone chair, raised my arms to stretch a bit, then pulled out all the wires from the 12 Big Heads as fast as I could.

"What are you doing?!" the Cowboy Hat shouted.

"Putting theory into practice," I replied matter-of-factly.

"You—" Cowboy Hat widened his eyes in horror, "Are you trying to kill your teammates? Do you wish them all to die?"

"Not really, I just trust Chen Beast more; this guy’s become even more formidable now."

The Evil Spirit can’t harm Qinghan, as long as he’s here, Doctor Du and the others won’t be in danger for a while.

Why do the Evil Spirits want to lure people to the core? If they’re really as strong as the Cowboy Hat claims, why go through so much trouble to deceive people into the core area?

I don’t know if others have had this doubt or experimented on it, but I’m not going to miss this opportunity.

Besides, I originally wanted to wake up the Big Heads, acting like a rebellious teenager — the Cowboy Hat tells me not to, so I just have to.

Once the wires were pulled out, the light spots inside the Big Heads’ brains suddenly stopped. After about ten seconds, they started moving again.

Only this time, the movement was particularly fast, probably equivalent to brain activity in states of deep sleep and wakefulness.

However, the unexpected occurred at this moment; among the twelve Big Heads, eleven of their heads exploded under the high-speed operation of the light spots!

The sound was identical to a balloon popping, startling both Gu and the Cowboy Hat. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Only Little Red remained particularly calm, wiping its face to brush off the brain fluid that splashed onto it.

The only Big Head that didn’t explode, the light spots inside its brain gradually slowed down, and even slower, slower than when it was ’asleep’ — if they had something like brain death, this would be the precursor.

The illusion world constructed by twelve people, now with eleven gone, should change significantly.

I walked to the doorway, where Cowboy Hat was lying on the ground, his clothes dirty and old, his skin dry and wrinkled, mouth wide open, already turned into a desiccated corpse.

"What happened to him?" Gu couldn’t see the scene at the doorway and asked urgently.

"He’s dead."

"What about your teammates..."

"I believe they’re fine; this person has been dead for a long time." I looked at the dry corpse on the ground; the cuffs and collar had obvious signs of wear, even with a layer of grease.

The smell was all too familiar to me, the smell of corpse oil, which is the fat from a corpse. If Cowboy Hat had just died, his clothes wouldn’t have this on them.

I’ve heard Tomb Robber say that practitioners of Evil Magic would expose a corpse to the sun, extracting oils from the body, and then use special potions to create a millennium-incorruptible moist corpse.

Cowboy Hat’s case wasn’t that complex; the oil seeping from his corpse couldn’t have happened in just a matter of seconds, so his death must have occurred some time ago.

"You two stay here, I’ll go check on the core area." I turned and said to Gu and Little Red.

’Power’ has been cut; the core should stop working, but we don’t know what consequences its cessation might bring. Cowboy Hat’s talk of disappearance was just his guess, and now it seems he hasn’t disappeared; or rather, the illusion created by the Evil Spirit has vanished, revealing the true state of things.

The corpse is real; his being alive was an illusion. I want to see what’s real and what’s an illusion in this city.

Wait a minute...

A ’voice’ sounded, the voice of thought. I turned my gaze to the only remaining ’headed person’ on the stone chair.

Little Red was about to get up, saying they wanted to come with me, while Gu, unable to move, told me to be careful on my own.

Neither of them had heard that ’voice.’ It seemed this wasn’t a message broadcast by the Big Head.

Wait for what? A question mark popped into my mind.

The energy is running low, protect the core. — The voice gradually weakened; its final words left me a bit puzzled.

The light spots in its brain finally stopped moving, the light vanished, and the Big Head’s body rapidly shriveled until it turned to dust, as did the corpses of the other Big Heads. A gust of wind blew in from outside, scattering the ’ashes.’

As far as the eye could see, the previously relatively intact buildings quickly aged. I remember watching a video on apple rot observation — it was in fast-forward, and the scene felt just like what was happening now.