The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 213 - 214: Strange Conversation

Captain Jack shrugged at the words and asked us if we had noticed the changes in the Sea of Sunken Ships.

Him asking this question— it’s not like we’ve gone blind, how could we not see the mist over the sea had dispersed? Not only had the mist lifted, but some sunlight could now pierce through, and the sky above was merely overcast, not as pitch-black as night as it had been.

He asked such an obvious question, probably to lead into what he wanted to say next. Unfortunately, Bi Shi and I weren’t very cooperative, so nobody answered him, and he had to continue on by himself.

"This is the most unusual day in the Sea of Sunken Ships all year long; the sun appears, monsters lie dormant, and the barrier vanishes."

I wanted to snark back at him, "A sky as grim as this counts as sunny?" But to let him get to the point quicker, I didn’t interrupt.

"It’s the best season for the living; a walk in the woods or diving for fish are both splendid choices, so enjoy it, ladies." Captain Jack’s tone was as if he were chatting with friends at a ball, too bad his hands, wrapped in plaster, couldn’t hold a champagne glass.

After saying these inexplicable words, he returned to his tent.

Bi Shi, infected, started riddling with me, "Oh darling, shall we stroll through the woods and take in the essence of nature, what do you think?"

"No, the image of that poor dead turtle gentleman has been haunting me, I don’t want to follow in its footsteps."

Captain Jack mentioned the jungle and diving, but he should know we can’t get past the alert line, who knows what exactly he’s trying to convey.

And if it’s supposedly the safest season on this isle, why didn’t ’Shield’ wait to send Meng Qingyu’s team until now?

It’s just a matter of a few days, why the rush?

People under the command of the white-clothed leader have impressively sturdy minds. Waterball went outside his tent to eavesdrop and heard them mentioning a significant discovery in the palace.

Upon getting this news, neither the white-clothed leader nor his subordinates showed any joy or excitement, carrying out the next steps methodically.

If it were an archaeology team or treasure hunters, they’d be over the moon, but they weren’t without emotions— the next day, a welder stationed in White Jade City reported they found another passage beneath the palace’s secret chamber, and the white-clothed leader was visibly in a good mood.

Waterball heard him verbally commend those welders, praising them for a job well done.

But his good mood didn’t last past the afternoon because the welders found the Shell Ship, and only the ship.

There was no Mummy Driver, no Undead Heart, the whole ship was squeaky clean, even the fish bones and vomit we left inside were gone.

Maybe it was the dust avoidance bead’s doing, but as for the dried-up corpses and Undead Heart, I’d guess Qinghan hid them away.

The white-clothed leader ordered a search of the city, this time a carpet search, drones came into the play, tiny ones the size of fists that missed no corners.

Above ground, underground; within the city, outside the city, they created such a tense atmosphere it was akin to a nuclear leak.

That very night, White Jade City’s camp was attacked, even with protective suits and microwaves (weapons), they still lost a few people.

The welders had cameras on their helmets, with feeds synced to the white-clothed leader’s computer, and he immediately dispatched support— drones armed with machine guns, the big kind.

But just as the drones set out, the beach camp was also under attack, the white-clothed leader had a carpet search, but the island’s animals launched a carpet attack.

We’d seen that kind of plant rat before, like mobile green lawns, swirling outside the camp’s alert line, splitting into small forces, focusing on attacking the metal rods around the camp.

They were commendably brave, but even if they knocked the rods down, those things wouldn’t cease to function. Could their little teeth break it?

The answer is no, but they couldn’t, though some animals could. After paying a huge price, the mouse army finally knocked down a metal rod, altering the ’safe zone’ boundaries.

The second wave of animals responsible for destroying metal rods rushed in, hiding in the safe zone, they’re small lizards from the jungle, only a palm’s length counting tails, but we’ve witnessed their might.

Their stomach acid is highly corrosive, and they can casually spew it as a weapon for self-defense.

The corrosiveness of one or two lizards might not amount to much, but dozens combined had a particularly noticeable dissolving effect.

Having heard the commotion, we stepped out of the tent, but I didn’t wander, squatting by the corner watching the rats and lizards siege the camp.

Don’t know by what call, ’Shield’s’ people had been on the island for days, only tonight do the creatures make a move.

Animals from different rings of the jungle working in concert, this was clearly an organized, premeditated action.

The crew members also left their tents, some screamed in terror looking for sturdy places to hide, others laughed maniacally, yelling ’Bite, bite them to death.’

Animals went crazy outside, people went crazy inside, bizarre birds slammed into the outer surveillance cameras.

These strange birds were as large as vultures, with only one foot, yet very powerful wings, and had sharp horns on their heads, each impact could knock a person down.

We took the relatively safest path through the jungle, hence there were many bizarre and dangerous creatures which we avoided on our last visit.

No wonder there’s a saying among the folk, save and save, yet the hole awaits.

Meaning save up painstakingly, only to have an accident eat up all the savings.

We tried our best to avoid the jungle creatures, but who would’ve thought to return to an island with people barricaded, they even provoked all the animals, prompting cross-species cooperation, with predators collaborating, fervently charging the camp. Once they get in, will there be any human survivors left?

The white-clothed leader deployed combat robots; he didn’t bring many people, at least compared to the swarm of jungle creatures, they wouldn’t even suffice to fill the beasts’ teeth.

Thankfully he had plenty of robots, be it scouting, working, or combat varieties.

In no time at all, animal carcasses piled up on the beach, some shot to pulp by machine guns, some charred to cinders, yet more died beneath the metal rods.

The bodies quickly amassed like a mountain, how many animals could there be on an island? Judging by the sheer number of rats alone, there must’ve been hundreds of thousands.

The pile of corpses steadily rose, nearly encircling the camp. Finally, the mouse army tore a breach in the defensive line.

Immediately I called the leader and the others to join me, as things from the sea crawled ashore to join the battle, they seemed like mutant crabs, charging with their claws raised.

"Let’s go, everyone stay close to me, don’t stray more than a meter away."

The creatures before us no longer feared anything, impervious to bullets and fire, desperately charging the camp.

Our people, hearing my words, quickly gathered by my side. Small animals’ brains couldn’t process overly complex instruction; their orders were to destroy camp defenses, nothing more.