The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 414 - 315: The Living (3)

"Sigh..." Gu sighed, wiping away the blood and grime from his face. Judging by his age, he was in his early twenties as well.

"Curiosity really can kill the cat," he murmured after a sigh.

The three of them had been carefully observing the group of people, and finally, they had waited for an opportunity—one person was caught by the black stone hands, with half of his body dragged underground.

At that time, only Gu was present. They had been scattered by a swarm of Six-winged Insects, which were known for laying eggs on living creatures. A sting from the needle on their tails would inject the eggs directly into the flesh.

To dig the eggs out, one would have to carve away a piece of flesh. These insects flew in swarms, making it unlikely to be stung by just one.

None of the people in their group got stung, but they did see a Two-headed Wolf that had been stung.

It was quite a miserable sight. Fortunately, the leader of that group had a trick up his sleeve—he played a bone flute that temporarily confused the Six-winged Insects.

But he couldn’t stop; if he stopped, the insects would continue to chase and sting them.

He could only play the flute while urging the group to retreat quickly. However, if they exceeded a certain distance, the flute’s sound would lose its effect.

When the whole troop retreated, it was ultimately cumbersome, and Gu along with the person being dragged by the black hands got separated from the group.

That person had stepped on a patch of land where many black stone hands emerged from the ground. Unlike Mike, he wasn’t lucky, as neither he nor Gu had any weapons to cut the stone, so he was dragged into the earth.

Gu seized the opportunity, reaching out to touch the man’s arm. It was normal procedure to pull a comrade out of a pit, but as he pulled, he realized the man’s arm was icy cold.

In other words, there was no body heat. When he finally pulled him out, what surprised him even more was that the man’s leg had been torn off, yet there was no reaction.

For someone with a broken bone, even if they could endure the pain, they would frown. Then he saw the man sitting on the ground, holding his severed leg, twisting it with a few clicks to reconnect it himself.

Once reattached, he was able to stand up and walk, without needing ice or ointment. Gu thought at the time, is this a human leg?

He said that group was very mysterious. Since their encounter, the group had been wrapped tightly—hats, masks, sunglasses—with no exposed skin, more bundled up than celebrities going out.

Once they entered the desert, they switched to headscarves, resembling bank robbers, with only their eyes exposed.

For some unknown reason, Gu said he had never looked directly into the eyes of those people.

On this occasion, he made eye contact with the person and saw a pair of strange eyes—the pupils were particularly small, just slightly bigger than black sesame seeds, but limited in size.

Most of the time, the group wore sunglasses, removing them only inside their tents.

At that moment, as the person struggled, his sunglasses fell off, and it was the first time Gu had seriously looked into his eyes.

In short, he increasingly felt that these people weren’t normal and wanted to leave the group and return as soon as possible.

He wasn’t afraid of not reaching the destination but rather feared what would happen to him when they did.

However, at that point, if he openly expressed the desire to leave, the dangers of the desert were secondary; the group might immediately silence him.

Thus, he deliberately sprained his ankle during the return trip, remaining in the stone house as an injured party.

Meanwhile, the other two also had one person injured on the way back, while the other got lost.

Based on the description of the appearance, the other injured person was the Werewolf we had recently ’freed.’

Since both were injured, they were arranged to stay in the stone house to rest.

The others took Miss Tang to the city center, and once they left, they never returned.

The two of them felt it was a godsend opportunity, wanting to escape, but soon realized the gates leaving the city were closed.

The gate they entered needed four people working together to open, like a room-escape game where certain mechanisms require enough people to activate.

They didn’t dare climb the walls either, because they knew what was outside—as without the proper method, the ’moat’ outside the city would thrust upward with bayonets.

They had to come back, waiting for another opportunity, and then they heard the howling of wolves at night.

The Two-headed Wolves had discovered them and made several probes. They knew that once the Two-headed Wolves confirmed there were only two of them and no others would return, it would be time for a full assault.

Therefore, they moved to a different stone house, finding one particularly suited for defense.

They would go out during the day and hurriedly return by afternoon, having discovered the Two-headed Wolves wouldn’t come out in daylight, only becoming active at night.

Nonetheless, they were still naive—staying in during the day and coming out at night was just a facade, a deliberate ruse to deceive them.