The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 74: Help, Somebody Come Quickly

She said there should be one person left. I looked around, but Xiong Da and Xiong Er were nowhere to be found, so I couldn’t confirm whether everything before me was a memory or reality.

If it’s a memory, why didn’t I recognize this ’old friend’ in front of me?

If it’s reality, where have Xiong Da and Xiong Er gone?

"Who the heck are you?" I asked, somewhat irritably.

"Hahaha...right? In this form that’s neither human nor ghost, you can’t recognize me..."

The face formed by the Shui Wu twisted into a snarl, "Give me the last living person, and I’ll tell you who betrayed you!"

"Who cares who it is, love whoever you want! If you want a living person, there’s none~" I didn’t care whether the people in the inn were dead or alive, but if I used a living person as a ’bargaining chip’ and caused fatalities, Qinghan would be troubled.

"You—still so annoying..." Shui Wu flashed its claws but didn’t attack me.

"There are plenty of people who find me annoying, where do you rank?"

"Yeah, you’ve regained your freedom, so of course you don’t care about your old friends..."

"Playing the sympathy card won’t work; who knows if you’re one of my old enemies. It’s easy to deceive someone with amnesia."

"Amnesia? You call it amnesia, hehehe... Amnesia? No, you don’t have amnesia. Think carefully; you can remember everything, but the cost is losing your most esteemed friend. You will lose your dignity!"

"Wait a minute! Have you watched too many Disney movies? Speak normally, please."

"It’s not too late, give me a living person now, and I will pledge allegiance to you." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

My brow twitched; this eccentric old friend might be mentally unstable. You can’t confront a patient like this aggressively.

"Alright, alright, you wait here. I’ll go back and get a living person for you, be good~"

Saying so, I turned to walk back, because from my memory, I had already stepped out of the courtyard. The inn should be behind me.

But after a dozen steps, I realized something was wrong. The surroundings were desolate with no buildings.

If I hadn’t sprinted a hundred meters in those dizzying seconds, I should’ve either reached a gate by now or hit a wall.

"You can’t escape this fog, but people outside can hear your voice. Call them to come in."

With my vision obstructed, immense psychological pressure set in, so I simply stood still and asked:

"How come that man in the trench coat can walk out? He can enter the inn, how do you explain that?"

The misty figure drifted closer, following right behind me, making sure I wasn’t stuck in a memory but in the real world instead, albeit a fairly odd reality.

"I can control him, so I dared let him out. You? No chance."

One of the proofs that reminded me I was still in the real world was that the Shui Wu communicated in Mandarin.

It didn’t use some bizarre language, whereas the old acquaintances in my memory scenes spoke in such languages.

That could be the ancient language of my race, but those who survived into today surely kept up with the times and probably mastered several languages alongside Mandarin.

Surviving kin is my preliminary definition of the Shui Wu figure despite it looking just like a ’person,’ its consciousness and memory are intact, rendering it ’human,’ I guess?

Meeting a kin unexpectedly sparked zero sense of kinship; instead, I found it rather dangerous and would prefer to shake it off if possible.

But how to call people in? Suddenly, I remembered the cries for help I heard before; they seemed to have been arranged by it.

By not following its orders, I might remain lost in the fog. Its form was misty; cutting through it would only let the water flow further, and a dagger wouldn’t work.

"Ahem, then I’ll call." The situation overpowered me, so I decided to comply with its request.

"Don’t dawdle."

"Help, help, help~" I pinched my voice, trying my best to make it sound sharp.

"Are you trying to imitate a cat’s call? Louder——" Shui Wu roared.

"Ah, help, Someone come quickly, it’s terrible... murder... is happening..."

"ieosioc!" Shui Wu suddenly burst out in ’foreign language.’

In these times, cursing is the easiest foreign language to master, but the words it spewed out weren’t one of the usual languages, likely expressing its native tongue out of frustration.

But what could it do to me? Nothing!

It couldn’t control me like the others nor kill me, leaving the two of us glaring at each other in a stalemate.

"Glaring at me won’t help. I yelled, and no one came. What else do you want? Stop crossing the line, okay?"

The Shui Wu fluctuated its shape continuously, I think this is what’s called being ’angry to the point of distortion,’ but it can’t do anything to me.

"Little Fu? Little Fu!"

I casually shouted, sounding like a joke to anyone listening, no chance they’d take it seriously and come in looking for me.

But I forgot one person—Qinghan.

This guy, truly rain or shine, through knife mountains and fire seas, he tracks me. Wasn’t he watching the man in the trench coat from the second floor? How did he end up coming down?

I thought while responding, "I’m here, over here."

If I let him wander aimlessly in the fog, the outcome would be worse, better to call him over to stand by me glaring at the Shui Wu. At least he has a pair of shining, penetrating eyes, adding to the momentum.

"Little Fu." Qinghan pushed through the fog and reached my side, simultaneously seeing the misty figure.

"Allow me to introduce. This is Professor Chen, my colleague now. And this is... my old acquaintance, whose name I’ve forgotten." As the one who knew both sides, I took the initiative to introduce them to each other.

"Hahahaha, at last! Finally got enough!" Shui Wu suddenly burst into laughter, like having an episode, unexpected to me.

"Your executioner was caught by us. How are you bargaining with his life?" I dug into my ear to relieve the buzzing sound.

"I can control him, um—" Shui Wu’s arrogant tone seemed cut off suddenly, as the mist forming its facial features twisted for a moment.

"This can’t be, can’t be, definitely can’t be, ah!" Its mental state seemed truly unstable, clutching its abstract head and shaking it vigorously, dispersing the mist.

I watched, pondering, then nudged Qinghan’s arm with my elbow, asking, "Did you just use a rebound skill? Or Murong Fu’s Star Shifting?"

Qinghan hugged his arms, shrugging, "No idea, I just got here."

Mysteriously, Shui Wu went into a berserk state and suddenly lunged at me.

Its body, being mere vapor, hitting my face felt damp; this physical collision was only drizzle, but internally my head felt as if struck by landslides.

Memories surged like tides, instantly filling my mind, too fast for me to discern their exact content.

If you’ve experienced a bucket of cold water poured upon you, then you’d understand this bewildering feeling.

If my memory is a river, then the previous amnesia was the dam built in the middle of it. Now the dam suddenly exploded, leaving only the roaring sound of ’memory’ rushing, losing even the sense of place.