The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 119: The Island in the Mist

Bi Shi briefly explained to her what had just happened, and He Su nodded before dozing off again.

I looked at her and said to Qinghan, "If things really don’t work out, you can consider her as ergency rations."

Qinghan chuckled lightly, easing the tense atmosphere, but the surrounding mist didn’t dissipate; danger still lurked around us, and unlikely that the sea had only those tumor-like creatures. Who knew how many of those parasitic jellyfish were out there?

"Sigh... Hey, do you think that curse is real?" Bi Shi suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Huh? What?" I replied lazily.

"The curse."

"Never heard of it."

"I heard soone put a curse on you."

"Who? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Anyway, curses have no scientific basis; only superstitious folks like you would believe in such things."

Bi Shi took on the role of a Priest, primarily leading the tribe in praying to ancient forces, hoping to receive their help.

Whether it worked, I didn’t know, but every ti we dug out sothing good from the ancestral tombs, she would lead the celebration.

Thinking about it, we’re indeed quite a morbid tribe.

But speaking of curses, I don’t believe in them. If curses were effective, why use knives and guns to kill?

Seeing my indifference, Bi Shi continued, "Ever since you ca out, strange things keep happening to you. Don’t you think sothing’s amiss?"

I had told her about the odd things that have happened since I left the tomb, and I also wondered why weird occurrences have been following around.

So things seed coincidental, but when coincidences occur frequently, it becos suspicious.

But to say it’s a curse, I don’t believe it. It seems Bi Shi genuinely wants to bother , she chuckled slyly, "Maybe your nesis secretly loves you, and she’s been following you from afar, yet you remain indifferent..."

"Shut up! My God, you’re singing off-key! When you lead your tribe in chanting poems, were you lip-syncing? Did you hire a singer?"

I rembered how beautifully she sang, a pure heavenly voice. Now, with this hoarse, tone-deaf lody, where’s the charm of yesteryear?

"Do you think rebuilding a body is easy?"

I didn’t respond because I knew building a new body was anything but easy—like being reborn after death.

After a long silence, I got the urge to use my phone. With nothing else to do and nowhere to stroll, I wanted to binge-watch shows and play so gas.

Bi Shi also looked bored to tears, sotis looking up at the sky, sotis down at the sea.

The cruise ship had completely sunk by now, the fuel was burned out, and the surroundings had returned to calmness.

"Did you hear sothing?" He Su suddenly opened her eyes from within the suitcase.

Her jarring awakening almost made suspect she was pretending to sleep. I glared at Bi Shi, hadn’t she said He Su could only be awake for a few minutes a day?

Bi Shi looked thoughtful and averted her gaze, feigning interest in the scenery, while He Su asked again, "Did you hear anything?"

I listened carefully, only hearing the gentle sway of the sea waves, then she suddenly sat up and pointed in a direction, "There’s sothing there!"

"Wha—" I barely got a word out before she fell asleep again.

"What’s going on with you? You’re moving like the living dead!" I complained to Bi Shi but inched my ear closer to the direction He Su had pointed.

"There seems to be land," Qinghan said.

I imdiately perked up, looking in that direction. Through the hazy mist, a mountain seed visible in the distance.

Qinghan picked up the paddle again, and I followed him in that direction. Though the land was visible, it actually took quite so ti to row over.

As we approached, we discovered it was a small island surrounded by reefs, making it impossible for large ships to approach. Various objects were wedged between the reefs.

They appeared to be remnants of large ships. Since this area was called the Sea of Sunken Ships, there must have been many damaged ships, and the wreckage pushed ashore by the waves seed to have been there for years.

We had no choice but to jump off, tie the lifeboat to a rock, and stumble our way ashore through shallow and deep waters.

The island had vegetation and the sound of birds, which was absolutely great news for us.

As long as there were living creatures, Qinghan would have sothing to eat. If Robinson could survive on a deserted island, so could we.

"There are footprints." Qinghan slipped back into his usual reticence, squatting to examine the traces on the sandy ground.

About a hundred ters from us, we discovered human footprints; soone had landed on the island on the sa side we did.

These people were likely survivors from the cruise ship, and Qinghan estimated there were about twenty of them based on the footprints.

I walked over to see with him. The beach was a chaotic ss of footprints with so dragging marks and pits where people had sat and rested on the sand.

Qinghan also found a trail of blood, indicating soone among the survivors was injured.

However, the blood only trailed a few ters before disappearing, suggesting soone had bandaged the wound.

Qinghan rubbed the blood-streaked sand with his fingers, stating that they hadn’t left long ago. If we hurried, we could catch up with them soon.

Bi Shi, carrying He Su, glanced at the large suitcase and asked, "Can I bury her here first? She’s heavy to carry."

"She’ll climb out once she wakes up, won’t she?"

"I’ll zip up the suitcase; she won’t be able to get out," Bi Shi said, seemingly serious.

"Alright." After thinking it over, her suggestion seed feasible. It was inconvenient to carry a sleeping He Su around, so hiding her might be better.

Right now, she posed no threat. If she could remain this ’obedient,’ that would be fine.

Qinghan looked at the two of us as if he were gazing at a pair of ’freaks.’

As a ’mortal,’ how could he comprehend the absurdities of our world?

Bi Shi bit open her hand and foot, writing ’Don’t co out’ in blood on the inside of the suitcase in front of He Su.

Then she zipped up the suitcase, with ventilation holes punctured by a knife on the sides.

We found a crooked tree by the shore, unearthed a spot beneath it, and buried the suitcase inside, covering it with a layer of loose sand so it wouldn’t pressure the person inside.

Bi Shi placed a few small stones on the sand surface; from a distance, it looked no different from the rest of the area.

And since there was only one crooked tree by the shore, we covered our tracks, patted the sand off our hands, exchanged a glance, and walked toward Qinghan.

"If she dies, you two will end up in jail," Qinghan said rcilessly.

"Let it be; I’ll eventually live to complete my sentence."

"I’ll shapeshift and then break out."

"Okay, let’s hurry up and go." Qinghan was initially frustrated with just , but now it seed he couldn’t do anything about Bi Shi either.

The three of us followed the footprints along the way, hoping to quickly join up with the main group. There’s strength in numbers; maybe we could build a bigger boat to escape.