The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 409 - 314: Revealing the News

I only ever said, ’wearing a mink’ is hanging it on your body and covering your head with it, I never thought someone would wear an ’Insect Coat’.

"How about my longevity coat?" Wuyong spread her arms to display her Insect Coat.

Long... well, it wasn’t that long, but it did look like a shroud. With this thing wrapped around her, was she still alive?

Obviously, she had formed a symbiotic relationship with the insects. This kind of pursuit of longevity has been seen often and, in a way, is indeed effective.

It’s like a face mask that women use—it works as long as it’s applied. Once you stop... at worst, you might go back to how you were before. But with this kind of biological longevity technology, stopping could be fatal.

However, at least she has lived many more years than others; it’s all about personal aspiration. If she’s willing to endure this kind of suffering to live a few more years, we have no right to say anything.

"Not bad, just hard on the insects." I spoke the truth.

"Are you with humans?" Wuyong’s thoughts suddenly shifted.

"Yes, my colleague." After I spoke, I asked, "Do you know what a colleague means?"

This Ancient City had only ascended from underground a year ago, and I felt she didn’t seem like someone who moved here later. She spoke to me in the language of my people, not any current world language.

In our time, there was no such term as ’colleague’. Wuyong suddenly said in a foreign language, "I know."

"When did you come here?" Even though I wasn’t exactly acquainted with her, since we ran into each other, a casual chat wouldn’t hurt.

Besides, she seemed to be the ’head’ of these Two-headed Wolves. I estimated her status might be higher than that of the Werewolves. It’s like the Werewolves are akin to a General, leading the battle at the forefront, while Wuyong is the leader behind the lines.

If she has the say, then I can talk to her. I may not need to kill them all, depending on whether she is willing to cooperate.

"A long time ago. I heard there was a polluted continent here, so I came looking." Wuyong said.

She came looking for a polluted continent, not seeking death, but according to her, she heard that a polluted continent could cause all materials to mutate.

Even more potent than genetically modified soybeans, but no one ever said whether such mutations were beneficial or could extend life.

Yet Wuyong still came and then was trapped here for thousands of years.

From her pursuit of goals, she succeeded; regardless of the place, she indeed lived for thousands of years.

But if we talk about the quality of life...

She’s not much better off than I am. When I’m bored, I can sleep or ’play’ with Tomb Robbers and adventurers, collecting their relics.

Wuyong, however, became family with a group of mutant wolves, living in this perilous Ancient City.

I was a bit curious if the strong acids and insects would harm her.

"Are you here seeking the Cosmic Core?" Wuyong suddenly shifted the topic from recounting her experiences.

"Hmm? What core?" I really hadn’t heard of it, and I wasn’t about to agree to something unfamiliar.

"Oh, it seems you don’t know the secrets of this place yet." Wuyong turned sideways, gesturing a ’please’ motion.

Was she suggesting a conversation? I glanced at the Two-headed Wolves standing quietly on the stairs, looking as still as specimens.

"I can’t stay out too long, my colleagues will worry." I meant she should get to the point quickly.

Someone who has lived here for thousands of years knows more about this place than I do. I intended to ask her about downtown, the Werewolves said Miss Tang was there, and I felt downtown might not be easy to reach.

But Wuyong didn’t get straight to the point about the Ancient City; instead, she began recounting her story, where she had been and what she had encountered.

"I always tell them about the past because I’m afraid I’ll forget." Wuyong looked at the Two-headed Wolves guarding the door.

The special secret of longevity helped her keep her life but didn’t expand her brain capacity; she could only retain a small amount of memory.

So she needed to constantly reinforce the impression, or she would lose it.

I suddenly felt a little hesitant, wondering if she just wanted someone to confide in. Chit-chatting could be done another time; there might be other wild creatures in the city, and I’d better return early.

"You must be quite impatient hearing all this." Wuyong seemed to notice my distraction and abruptly stopped talking.

"If you could tell at another time, that would be better. We are here on a rescue mission, and saving lives is urgent. Could you directly talk about the downtown area?"

Wuyong paused and stared at me. She wasn’t exactly striking, but I thought she was just ordinarily unattractive. Of course, it depends on what standard you look at it with; I have no obsession with beauty or ugliness.