The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 154: Shell Ship

Actually, this is just like a treadmill; if you run at a steady pace, as the belt rolls, the position where you stand won’t change much.

But if the runner speeds up, surpassing the belt’s rotation speed, they’ll run to the front.

It’s just that here, space replaces the belt, cycling alternately, so the markers disappear and then return after a while.

We found a button at the door, pressed it, and the door split into two parts, retracting upwards and downwards.

However, the space behind the door remains a winding corridor, with Chen Qinghan’s mark left on the wall at the lower right corner of the door, indicating us to move forward.

"These underwater immigrants must really love building corridors, endlessly." Bi Shi, seeing another corridor, was obviously a bit impatient.

"I feel like this isn’t a treasury." I stepped into the door.

"Then what is it like?" Bi Shi asked casually.

I didn’t answer her, continued along the corridor; this underground space was entirely built with shell-like materials, not pieced together like a craft, but seamlessly integrated.

Apart from the alternating corridors, there’s nothing else below to impede one’s progress.

And it’s clear that the design of these corridors is to facilitate movent, not to block entry.

This place should have been frequently traversed before, so it’s definitely not a royal treasury.

We also found so rooms, though empty, they had tables, chairs, and beds fixed to the floor.

Similarly, no welding or other fixing marks could be found; they seed like part of the floor or wall.

This indicates soone lived here long-term, a design commonly seen on ships.

"Hey, I think this looks like a ship." Bi Shi hurriedly voiced my guess.

I was very reluctant to admit sothing coinciding with her, but I also believed this should be a ship.

We found so transparent ’windows’ similar to portholes in several rooms, but they weren’t regular windows, just thinly ground shells with a frosted glass appearance.

A treasury wouldn’t be inhabited or designed with windows, and moreover, we found seawater outside the window.

This indicates we’re currently below sea level; after checking the rooms, we returned to the main passageway, walked to the middle part, where there were staircases leading upwards and downwards on each side.

If this is a ship, then it’s more than one floor; I looked at the stairwell and noticed the markers Chen Qinghan left on the stair rail.

But this ti, the markers had two heads, pointing up and down respectively.

Chen Qinghan couldn’t split into two, just that their team was split here.

"What are you looking at, there probably isn’t any danger, let’s split up." Bi Shi cheerfully made the decision for , then ran upstairs first.

No matter whether this place is a ship or not, it connects to the palace with stairs, so it shouldn’t be dangerous.

I shrugged and stepped downstairs; being too relaxed, when the ground shook violently, I lost my balance and slipped, rolling down the stairs.

The staircase shook like riding a pirate ship, with no support point to maintain balance, like a ragdoll tumbling down a spinning barrel washing machine straight to the bottom.

Let call this space a ship for now; the hull was moving erratically like a drunken man, swaying in a direction.

I spread out on the floor, supporting both walls with my hands and feet to maintain balance.

But when it swayed left and right, it was better, after progressing a bit, it suddenly tilted up and down, almost vertical at ninety degrees.

I slid down the floor; if I didn’t retract my hands, my palms would spark from the friction.

"Who’s steering the ship? Don’t you know drunk driving leads to jail?" I slid all the way to the bottom, crashing into a door, sliding straight into a room.

Yet my body didn’t hit a hard wall but was caught by a pair of hands.

If it weren’t for my height, this would be a standard ’lift high’ gesture.

At this mont, I was kneeling on the ground, the upper half of my body was ’lifted’, when I hadn’t taken a breath, the hull tilted again, this ti I lunged forward, nearly slamming my face into the closed door, but suddenly a figure swapped positions with , causing my face to hit a sowhat softer but tense-muscle chest than the door.

"Ouch, my nose!" My nose protruding on the face, soone’s tense muscles weren’t much softer than a door.

This repeated seven or eight tis; finally, the hull barely stabilized.

"Quick, see if my nose is broken or sunken?" There was no mirror in the room, I could only turn to the person next to for help.

I’m tough-skinned, so it wasn’t painful, but not being painful doesn’t an not injured, like the last ti with all bones broken.

"You’re fine." Qinghan lit a match, waving it in front of my nose.

"Why are you here? Where are the others?" When we beca bumper balls, I realized there were only the two of us in the room.

"Hiding." Qinghan replied.

He used the word ’hide’; if there was no danger, there’s no need to hide.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"ng Qingyu is controlled by so kind of force; he wants to kill us."

"Can’t you subdue him alone?"

"If he’s truly ng Qingyu, maybe we could, but..."

"He’s fake?"

"Mm."

Qinghan spoke in a very low volu; he said he discovered ng Qingyu’s problem while camping.

I rember he slipped into the woods after ng Qingyu went to relieve himself, saying he suspected ng Qingyu was a man.

Because at the place ng Qingyu urinated, the urine landed higher on the tree roots; won don’t need to make such difficult moves that easily splash themselves.

He recalled the ’flat chest’ incident I ntioned, suspecting this ng Qingyu was a man in disguise.

The fake ng Qingyu probably didn’t expect soone to examine his excretion to judge his gender.

He likely didn’t foresee soone stepping on his fake chest, whatever was packed inside could bounce back after being flattened.

So n naturally have inconspicuous Adam’s apples and slender builds; with proper facial disguises, long hair, faked voice, dressed in loose clothes, it isn’t hard to beco indistinguishable.

Ordinary impersonators wouldn’t participate in such dangerous missions; whoever the fake ng Qingyu is, isn’t ordinary; he himself should also be a master of disguise.

But the jungle is full of unexpected situations; even a master of disguise couldn’t foresee what accident might expose his identity.

And when his identity was exposed, he was already controlled by so force, starting a killing spree.

Perhaps the fake ng Qingyu had hidden powers previously, or perhaps that force enhanced him; anyway, without hot weapons, Qinghan and the others couldn’t approach him at all.