The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 61: Bullet to the Forehead

After the four of them entered the tomb chamber, they helped Mr. Zhe Shou to sit down by the wall near the door.

They were directly opposite us, with the silver coffin blocking their view, so they couldn’t see Qinghan behind the coffin.

I stood up from the side, sneered coldly at them, and startled Baseball into a low cry.

"If you’re so timid, you shouldn’t be tomb robbing." I mocked.

"You—" Lord Qi’s face was stained with blood, his chest heaving violently, glaring at me in disbelief.

"Surprised?" I took two steps forward.

The people from Sakura didn’t have weapons. They probably wouldn’t use firearms, but Lord Qi and his subordinate were always protecting them.

Now, Lord Qi and his remaining subordinate each had a handgun, but the magazines surely weren’t full.

After going out, they shot at bugs, but after a long time, they used up quite a bit of ammunition.

When Lord Qi’s subordinate saw me approaching, he immediately pointed his gun at me. I looked at the clothes he was wearing; they were of quite good quality and quite stylish. Apart from a few bloodstains, there were no other issues.

"Shoot." I looked at him, suddenly smiled.

"Who exactly are you?" Lord Qi signaled to his subordinate with a glance, and the man immediately withdrew his finger from the trigger.

"You’re not worthy to know my identity. Now, let’s settle the score." I picked up a dagger from the bones at my feet, sneering as I approached them.

"No, no, no—we’re good people, good people!" Baseball hugged his companion, shivering in fear, his communication skills diminishing further.

"Whether you’re good or bad has nothing to do with me, but trying to use me as a guide and take my life, that’s not something I can overlook."

"You’re alive and well now. The one who sacrificed was my partner. Hmph, you tricked him into joining, didn’t you? I underestimated you from the start," Lord Qi said hatefully.

"You didn’t underestimate me; you overestimated yourself. You thought having more people and insider information meant everything would be foolproof. Plus, someone had come before to clear the path for you."

"Clearly, I wasn’t prepared enough."

"The more you walk in the night, the more likely you’ll encounter a ghost." I raised the dagger and stabbed at Lord Qi. To my surprise, he didn’t use the gun in his hand but instead took out a handful of powder from his pocket and flung it towards my face.

"Pah...pfft—" I retracted my body, spitting out the powder that had flown into my mouth.

But those years with tomb robbers weren’t for nothing. Although struck by his hidden weapon, I hadn’t forgotten about the gun in Lord Qi’s hand. As I spat, I kicked him, and with a cracking sound, his leg bone broke under the force. The pain made him drop the gun, which I stomped on, kicking it to a corner of the silver coffin.

"Well, it’s rice flour ground into powder." I spat the white powder from my mouth, and another bullet came at me.

The bullet just happened to hit my forehead, with a ’thud,’ the bullethead dropped to the ground. I looked down at the bullethead, then at the one who fired.

He was obviously quite shocked, his hand shaking as he held the gun, yet out of fear, he fired a second and third shot until the bullets in the clip were exhausted.

"Settled down now?" I asked, looking at the pile of bulletheads at my feet.

"Monster—monster—" The man threw down the gun, crawling to the tomb chamber door like he’d seen a ghost, trying to open the door to escape.

"Are you crazy? You’ll die if you go out!" Lord Qi, enduring the pain in his leg, grabbed his subordinate.

"She’s not human; she’s a monster..." The man still tried to open the door but was knocked unconscious by Lord Qi’s chop from behind.

"Lord Qi, truly impressive in your old age. What other treasures do you have up your sleeve to show us?" Most of the time, tomb robbers rely on courage and everyday tools when exploring tombs. Of course, the main thing is having a heart eager for ’wealth.’ Occasionally, there are some rather unique individuals mixed in with the tomb-robbing teams, bringing with them rare treasures, like thousand-year-old Peach Forest Sword, Demon Mirror, hundred-year-old scriptures, or venomous insects.

No matter what the original use of these items was, based on their age and material alone, they could fetch a good price at an antique dealer.

"My humble tricks probably don’t catch your eye. Falling into your hands was just bad luck for me, but it was also an eye-opener. Neither yin nor yang, neither alive nor dead—such a being truly exists in this world." Lord Qi seemed both lamenting and enlightened. He sighed deeply before large mouthfuls of black blood spewed from his mouth.

"Ah—he’s been bitten, there’s something in his body!" Baseball, originally in a daze, was scared when stimulated by Lord Qi’s black bile, dragging his companion and retreating repeatedly.

"Burn him." Qinghan suddenly stood up from behind the coffin and shouted.

There was something crawling under Lord Qi’s skin. I quickly rifled through the backpacks of the corpses, looking for something to start a fire. This was no time to be saving resources, so I struck an entire box of matches, igniting flammable paper and tossing it onto Lord Qi’s body.

Right after expelling those mouthfuls of blood, the guy had breathed his last. So the worms inside him were surely trying to burrow out in search of another ’host.’

I found a bottle of alcohol in someone’s backpack and poured it over the corpse.

"Please, don’t kill us; we saw nothing." Baseball knelt down, like a mouse seeing a cat, tears welling up in his eyes in panic.

"You two... why did you hide your identities and come to the Tibetan Area? Speak honestly, confess, and be lenient; resist, and die." Mr. Zhe Shou lived up to his name; triggering the trap that released the man-eating insects, he came back barely alive. No matter what happened in the tomb chamber, he was always half-dead, seemingly on the verge of passing.

Therefore, the task of confessing fell to Baseball, who was now scared out of his wits, completely unlike the ’deep’ impression he gave me initially.

"We... we didn’t mean to hide it, we were afraid our family would catch up!" Baseball’s Chinese was always a mess, and his vocabulary was pathetic, so he had to stop several times in between his sentence to think.

"Family?"

"Yes, yes, our dad, he didn’t agree for us to come to Huaxia, so he sent someone to watch us, and we sneaked out."

In a panic, Baseball’s Chinese regressed drastically, every word sounded like hot iron.

The tomb chamber was filled with the stench of charred corpses. Qinghan tied up the subordinate whom Lord Qi had knocked out and continued searching around the base of the silver coffin. After a while, he snapped his fingers to catch my attention, then lightly nodded.

Meanwhile, Baseball had already confessed about his great-grandfather having several concubines. I summed up the information he revealed, only getting one conclusion: he and Mr. Zhe Shou’s family are extremely wealthy!

Both are only sons, the sole seedlings of their line for three generations. A vast family fortune awaits them, but these two are obsessed with adventure, determined to become Indiana Jones-style adventurers.

"Then why didn’t you smoke when they offered you cigarettes?" making me think you were so cautious.

"Can’t, can’t. Smoking is harmful to your health!" Baseball replied earnestly.