The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 174 - 175: Leaving the Island

At first, I didn’t react either, but then I came to my senses. While they were attacking the traitor, I also shot green light at one of the Centipede Women.

History repeated itself. Watching them kill each other in their infighting, I looked down at my hands: one hand emitted Karmic Fire, and the other emitted green light. On the surface, there was no change, but deep down, I knew that my abilities had transformed.

Crossing over a field of corpses, I continued to rush back, recalling Bi Shi’s words that this green light could make human-like creatures go mad and kill each other. Isn’t that the energy body controlling Old Shi and the fake Meng Qingyu?!

Could it be that I really consumed it? And now it’s absorbed and used by me?

After knocking down the third round of ambush attacks, I was even more convinced of my guess. No wonder the symptoms of poisoning in Qinghan and Cong Zhibo displayed both red and green colors.

Those are the colors of the two energies within me. They haven’t fused but occupy either side like hidden left and right arms within my body.

Right now, I can’t explain why this happened, only roughly deduce what occurred. But in fact, why doesn’t matter; knowing how to use the new abilities is what’s important.

After all, survival is the priority right now. Even if they can’t kill me, constant harassment is unbearable. If they follow me back to the camp, it’ll turn into chaos.

Three failures seemed to finally make them realize they aren’t a match for me. Sacrificing dozens of combat forces just to take a bite of me is tougher than eating Tang Seng—it’s not worth it.

Thus, the pursuers didn’t show up again. I returned safely to White Jade City. Seeing the holes in my sleeves and pants, the leaders knew I had encountered danger.

But it was only my clothes that were damaged, not me, so they didn’t say anything.

Qinghan, Cong Zhibo, and Zhou needed someone to carry them. The leader, Lu Xiaodao, and Guan Hai each carried one, while Bi Shi carried He Su. The whole team had only one "bodyguard" left, but I too carried one—the little thing that came out from Undersea City with me was always on my back.

Luckily, the others couldn’t see it; only I could feel its presence. Not seeing something doesn’t mean it’s not there, but not seeing it means there won’t be fear.

Of course, I’m referring to ordinary people. As for me, whether visible or not, I won’t be afraid.

Sometimes I walked in front of the team, sometimes moved to the back, being mobile and alert, watching both ends.

We deliberately avoided the area where the large group collectively disappeared before. After resting, the leader detached himself from despair and gloom, adjusting his emotions quickly, while Guan Hai still looked gloomy and troubled.

There was no way to force this; the leader was an experience-hardened person, Guan Hai was just a student not yet entering society. He managed to stick it out without going insane, which was already admirable.

On the way, hardly anyone spoke since nobody wanted to waste energy. They walked themselves when arriving, but carried others when returning, consuming a lot of strength.

In fact, as long as you figure out which areas have dangers and evade them, crossing the jungle isn’t that hard.

If developing the island is a goal, the unfortunate ones would only be the initial explorers, paving a bloody path with their lives. To carry out development in such a place without losing lives, unless equipped with a sci-fi robot army.

The key is whether these strange flowers and plants are worth such investment—I think the answer is definitely no.

So Shield keeps sending people in, probably looking for the Shell Ship, Undersea City, or...

I glanced at the bundle hanging around Bi Shi’s neck. She immediately sensed my gaze and threw me a warning look.

I glared back, as if anyone would care to snatch her stuff.

The return journey was less dangerous than coming, mainly because we were prepared and avoided many dangerous areas.

But it took longer, as they only had a good sleep the day I returned from Undersea City. Their bodies and spirits were exhausted, far from their initial condition when landing on the island.

Fortunately, Cong Zhibo, a true vegetative state, survived on freshwater alone. Zhou checked his vital signs daily and found his condition stable without any deterioration.

Encountering difficult terrains, I wielded Qinghan’s sword to clear the path for the team. After many hard days of trekking, we finally returned to the beach and boarded the speedboat.

The leader gathered the fuel from both speedboats into one, putting Qinghan and Cong Zhibo into sleeping bags. The temperature of the sea at night isn’t high; sick patients get priority treatment.

On our way in, we encountered some monsters, which I defeated and dragged onto the boat.

Coating the boat with monster blood, hanging corpses at the bow and stern, I morphed the perfectly good speedboat into something utterly gruesome.

With two sleeping people and one with a broken leg, swimming out was impossible. Since Professor Liu’s friend said it works to disguise as monsters, I had no choice but to disguise the speedboat as a monster, hoping it helps.

Otherwise, there’s the little thing hanging from my neck. It has the means to bring us back to the island, surely it can also take us out.

The bloody speedboat sailed away from the island’s shore, yet the Sea of Sunken Ships lay ahead.

We had no nautical charts, the sky had no sun or stars for navigation, so we just picked a direction and kept going.

Initially, the leader had a compass, but after all the turmoil, it was lost somewhere.

The speedboat had limited fuel. After leaving the island, we drifted for a while, stopping and starting, taking two days in total. The sea remained thick with mist; ultimately, we ran out of fuel and could only drift.

Good news: we finally drifted out of the Sea of Sunken Ships; bad news: once out, we ran out of drinking water.

Under the blazing sun, with no water source, without encountering another ship, they would die.

Their consciousness started fading; Bi Shi and I watched, unable to do anything.

Initially, we still tried talking to them, but eventually, they fell into a semi-comatose state.

Just as I was at a loss, a fishing boat rescued us.

I barely had time to feel relieved before someone pointed a gun at my head and locked me in the cabin.

I was worried we’d encountered pirates masquerading as fishermen, yet they recognized our leader.

They didn’t know me or Qinghan. Talk about coincidences, like a sesame seed falling into a needle’s eye. Our rescuers were actually Shield’s people sent to receive Meng Qingyu.

Which means they were from Shield. They didn’t see Meng Qingyu, separating us and the leader for confinement.

The leader needed treatment, temporarily unable to explain the situation to them.

So, after being detained for several hours, Bi Shi and I were taken to an "interrogation room."

Most people on this fishing boat were foreigners, with a few young men of Eastern descent.

The boss onboard, a blond old man, summoned a young man with Eastern features to serve as our translator.