The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 157: Corpse Theft

The three leaders obviously didn’t believe , so I had to assure them it was true; she has the ability to save herself, but she didn’t want the fake ng Qingyu to know, which is why she didn’t escape the swamp imdiately.

They did believe this, as during the ti we were separated, they experienced just as many dangers as we did.

Bi Shi, carrying the unconscious He Su, always escaped faster than the others, gaining much admiration from them.

"But... regardless of whether she can save herself, the fact is we left them behind." Cong Zhibo’s guilt was evident.

Previously, he always spoke up for ng Qingyu, which I found quite annoying. Perhaps after experiencing the death of his ntor and discovering that this ng Qingyu is fake, his attitude changed.

"You were also under duress; saving them might have cost you your own lives. It’s comndable to sacrifice for others, but sacrifice is not a necessity." Is it necessary to stay and die with them? I don’t quite understand the scholarly world, and nobody is blaming them now. In the end, it’s their own guilt that haunts them.

"That’s right, take care of your own lives first; don’t worry about ." Suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed from the depths of the dark corridor.

This person is like Cao Cao; ntion them, and they appear. She slowly erged from the darkness, walking towards the ship with strings. By the light of the glowing fish following the ship outside, I saw she was holding a long knife.

It’s the very one in the fake ng Qingyu’s hand. I looked into her eyes; she didn’t seem to be controlled.

"He’s tangled in a mass of hair. I don’t think he’d need this knife, so it’s just here to be used." Bi Shi said as she waved the long knife.

The blade, which had bloodstains, was now very clean, surely wiped by Bi Shi.

Upon seeing this knife, Cong Zhibo’s eyes dodged, unable to look directly at the weapon that killed his ntor.

Weapons are lifeless; they possess neither good nor evil. As long as they are useful, that’s enough.

So far, a weapon that can self-select targets and travel far to find its "master," I only know of the Karmic Fire.

"Take us to see him, wherever he is." That hair spirit might be friend or foe, and with the fake ng Qingyu trapped by them, it might not be good for us.

Bi Shi took us to the room where she found the fake ng Qingyu. The sight was a bit disgusting; hair spirits had crept into his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.

They seed to crawl through his facial features and then sprouted from the inside. If they just sprouted, it would just look like a hairy bun, but the hair spirits were alive, twisting on his body, making Cong Zhibo retch.

"You wait here." I told the leaders to wait outside while I entered the room alone, closing the door to block their view.

The hair growing inside the fake ng Qingyu’s body grew longer, like fungi absorbing nutrients, rapidly growing after rain.

As my hand was about to raise to burn him and the hair spirits to ashes, the fake ng Qingyu’s facial features suddenly glowed faintly.

It was that sa green glow, weak at first, but after a few seconds, it blazed fiercely, filling the entire room with green light.

My eyes weren’t afraid of the glare. I watched as the green light, like flas, burned away the hair from the fake ng Qingyu’s body.

The person who should have been full of wounds had no scars left, with even the eyeballs unhard.

What is this miraculous power?

No wonder Qinghan said they couldn’t harm this person; this power has the ability to heal the body.

If this person continues to go mad, the only ones to suffer will be Qinghan and his people. I raised my hand again, using the Karmic Fire to burn off his legs.

I didn’t burn off his legs entirely, just burned holes at the knees. Such damage was enough to disable him.

But imdiately, the wounds began to heal, with green light gathering at his knees.

It seems that violent damage can be repaired by this power. I took out a dead man’s liver from my pocket, cut it into pieces with a dagger, pinched his jaw, and poured them all into his mouth.

He wasn’t dead, so even in a coma, he had unconscious swallowing actions.

The frequency of the green light’s flickering accelerated. It had just repaired the external wounds, but with so much hair in the brain, the brain tissue was likely sucked dry.

Regenerating his brain will also take so ti. Based on the healing rate at his knees, it would take at least one or two minutes to fully repair the brain tissue.

But I acted faster than it. The frequency of its glow sped up as if feeling impatience due to my destruction.

If it wants to kill, it must have "tools." Originally, I wanted to evacuate quickly, but on second thought, it chose Old Shi in White Jade City and controlled him without anyone noticing.

If I leave now, it can abandon the fake ng Qingyu and find another target to beco its tool man.

So, throwing caution to the wind, I increased the firepower, burning the green light and the fake ng Qingyu entirely to ashes.

Lately, I’ve been careful about using it; I estimated it would be fine. The green light and the fake ng Qingyu disappeared, and I suddenly blacked out...

When I woke up, we were still on the Shell Ship, just in a different room.

I lay on a shell bed, and the only person in the room was Qinghan. Seeing awake, his tightly furrowed eyebrows slightly relaxed.

"Where is everyone else?" I sat up, checking if there were any changes in . Fortunately, my arms and legs were still there, and since Qinghan was present, that ant I hadn’t been in a coma for too long.

If I had really slept for a hundred or two hundred years, Qinghan would have been long buried.

"They’re next door, afraid to disturb your rest."

"I’m fine."

"Was it from overexertion?"

"Hiss... it shouldn’t be. It was just cremating one person."

The fake ng Qingyu’s brain and internal organs were definitely damaged. Without the green light, he would have died long ago.

Burning him shouldn’t have consud much energy, but I don’t know what that green light is.

"Don’t use it again."

It took a mont to understand what Qinghan ant.

He’s telling not to use the Karmic Fire again, which is like telling a swordsman to throw away his sword.

"If you don’t use it, you can at least stay conscious. Once you fall into slumber, I can’t guarantee I’ll be by your side, or... I can’t guarantee I’ll always keep watch over you."

"Isn’t it simple? You’ve been in so many ancient tombs; if I fall asleep again, just find a safe tomb and put in there. You don’t have to always watch over ."

Qinghan snorted at my ’brilliant’ idea, "No tomb is safe; if I can get in, others can too."

"So what? If they want to kill , they have just a few thods, none of which work."

"What if they preserve you as a specin in a tank?"

"Cherish life; refrain from using the Karmic Fire!"

Upon hearing my promise, Qinghan gave his trademark ’victorious’ smile, absolutely infuriating!