The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 211 - 212: What Happened?

After pretending to be unconscious in the tent for a while, when I ’woke up,’ I buried my face in my hands and cried my heart out while the water creature stored tears next to .

Whenever my hands slightly left my face, it would spit so water into my palms. The water it spat out was the sa as before; it was like a mobile water bucket.

Bi Shi ca back from outside and was startled to see my ’tear-streaked face.’ But except for the ’tear marks’ on my face, my eyes weren’t red or swollen. Bi Shi looked closely, realizing the trick, and said earnestly:

"Cheer up, out with the old, in with the new. You’re still young; why not take another step forward?"

"Get lost!" I turned my back on Bi Shi, my phone was dead, and there was no place to charge it in the tent; I was already annoyed...

After putting on enough of a show, by afternoon, the chief in white sent people into the jungle again; this ti, they were sent to pave a path and open a ’passage’ in the forest.

The white chief did not require us to stay only in the tent; activities within the camp were not controlled by the welders.

Having cried enough, I went out with Bi Shi to watch the commotion. The ’welders’ unloaded many crates from the speedboat, laid out canvas on the beach, and after unboxing, they took out the components and assembled them on the spot.

I found it interesting and squatted on the sidelines to watch them assemble the machine. It felt like ordering a furniture set online, where the seller only sends parts, and the buyer must assemble it themselves.

However, they didn’t look at any assembly instructions. Their actions were skillful and brisk, like adults piecing together children’s blocks. With their professional tools and cooperation, they completed assembling a big machine in less than two hours.

"Old Bi, look, it’s a robot!" I pointed at the finished robot on the canvas joyfully.

"Just a toy," Bi Shi scoffed disdainfully.

"Tch, lemon essence," I rolled my eyes at her and continued watching the ’welders’ work.

The robot they assembled was different from the ones we saw on the ship; it didn’t look human at all, precisely a work machine.

This first completed robot looked a lot like a floor-cleaning machine you’d find in a large mall.

In fact, it was a soil-clearing robot, and the ’welders’ used it to remove surface soil, exposing the stone-paved road buried underground.

The speedboat ferried between the island and so mode of transport at sea, bringing back one strange item after another.

I secretly calculated the ti the speedboat traveled back and forth, deducing that the transport was probably located at the sunken fishing vessel because the ti taken for Qinghan and to reach the island by speedboat was about the sa as theirs.

Although they took a bit longer, accounting for the ti spent transporting goods, I estimated that the transport hadn’t moved after attacking the fishing vessel.

If it were a ship nearby the fishing vessel, we should be able to see it from the shore.

But now, I couldn’t see anything—not even a small dot on the horizon—so I suspected the white chief’s transport was underwater.

Perhaps it was a submarine, like a ghostly sea assassin, launching a surprise attack on the fishing vessel from underwater.

"Hey, their target is still White Jade City," Bi Shi said softly, looking at the swaying treetops in the distance.

The previous teams they sent were just a stepping stone; this ti, Shield is going to officially station themselves on this island.

"Have you heard of Pandora’s Heart?" I asked, but then thought it was a redundant question. Bi Shi ca out of her grave and was directly picked up by He’s people to their yacht, traveling between islands without really engaging with modern society.

Her information sources, like mine, are solely from phones and computers, and she spends less ti on her phone than I do, making it pointless to ask her.

"No, but I guess..." she teased, drawing out her words.

"Guess what?" I asked.

"I guess you can guess what it is."

"Then I’ll give it a guess," I said, but didn’t specify how long I’d take to guess, turning back into the tent since it was almost al ti.

The food for captives isn’t that great but it’s not too bad either, with compressed biscuits and canned beans.

I had to save a portion for Qinghan, so I showed up on ti to get the als. The cans were not easy to carry, so I pretended to eat them while stuffing the biscuits into my clothes pocket.

The camp has temporary makeshift toilets. I had no excuse to leave the camp, so I had to wait until the eting to give him the food.

Although the water creature had ’invisibility,’ it might manage on its own, but if it carried a tin of biscuits, it would imdiately be spotted and likely mistaken for a monster and shot.

Since Cong Zhibo could survive without eating or drinking after being poisoned by , Qinghan, although less affected, should be able to last one or two days without food.

Since the robots were assembled, they worked day and night. The machines were assisted by ’welders,’ clearing what could be removed and blasting what couldn’t, causing a ruckus in the jungle.

The tal rods inserted around the tent turned out to be a death sentence for small creatures. Insects, mice, and similar animals would flee in panic or explode and die miserably if they entered its range of attack.

Moreover, a five-minute charge kept it running for two hours.

I saw the welders charging it once for an hour to keep it working 24/7.

I silently cursed to myself: You jerks, with this fast-charging technology, how about giving my phone a one-minute charge?

But because we were inside the protection circle of that thing, we were able to safely get through the perilous nights.

There used to be an advertisent slogan: "Technology changes lives," and I see that technology changes more than just life; it alters so unconventional adventures too.

Inside and outside the camp, there were surveillance caras everywhere and red and green beams scanning back and forth. If any living thing approached the camp, such as a giant sea turtle crawling ashore with the tide, it would imdiately be gunned down by the small machine gun beneath the cara.

The scene was too tragic; its shell shattered, and the giant sea turtle could only wonder at its end: What just happened?

The tragic death of the giant sea turtle was a warning to us. I silently thanked that Qinghan hadn’t beco the first to test the machine gun.

He was fine after being hit by a rock, but I wasn’t sure if he could withstand bullets; this isn’t so anti-Sakura drama.

Whether or not the Vajra Body was fully copied to him remains uncertain.

With the dominant jungle road-clearing machine, the white chief took only half the ti it took us to clear the main route towards White Jade City.

They painted a layer of white coating on the cleared stone path; I don’t know exactly what it was, but after it was applied, the surrounding plants stopped growing over the path.

Normally, a path through the jungle would be overgrown with wild vegetation again in a few days, but this coating solved that problem.

I had nothing to do but watch the spectacle, occasionally discussing with Bi Shi whether Shield’s technology points were maxed out.

Bi Shi wasn’t interested in their new gadgets at all, glaring at with disdain.