I Live on the Land in Global Games
Chapter 267 - 263: Poison Needle Box (Rush at the end of the month~)

Chapter 267: Chapter 263: Poison Needle Box (Rush at the end of the month~)

"Brother, I wouldn’t have minded if you took my coffin savings, but to destroy my body? That’s too much. These three needles cost me a fortune. Come join me, dead as I am. Hahaha!"

Mu Ying: "..."

However, how could the tomb owner be so eccentric?

So the mechanism hiding the box was in the corpse, and only when the corpse was damaged would the box appear to strike its opener.

But he probably didn’t anticipate that the once-ordinary bronze coffin, due to the disappearance of Guland Underground City, had skyrocketed in value.

Tomb raiders wouldn’t even spare the coffins.

Then there were people like Mu Ying, who moved his body along with the coffin and were excessively cautious, using such thick and large stone slabs for protection while opening a tiny box.

If the tomb owner still had any consciousness, he’d probably be so angry his skeletal frame would shatter.

Mu Ying would say, a tomb raider entering his poor tomb which contained only 1 Gold Coin would cry; not bothering to search the corpse would be strange.

Turns out the guy spent all his inheritance on these few poison needles, truly vicious, turning directly to water and even corroding several large holes in the stone slab.

At this moment, Gungun no longer thinks its master suffers from a persecution complex, its small footsteps carrying the mirror cautious, fearing hidden poisoned arrows could spring from anywhere.

Fortunately, no more accidents occurred in this tomb.

Considering the tomb owner’s resources, these few poison needles were probably the limit, but, sadly, they still didn’t work.

Mu Ying put away the stone slab and took Gungun back to the first stone chamber they had visited, checking the area again.

The craftsmanship of the bronze coffins in these two chambers was nearly identical, suggesting they might have been buried at around the same time.

One had hidden arrows; who knew if the other had any similar tricks?

She was a bit curious.

To her surprise, in the same location, she found another hidden compartment with a box identical to the previous one, also unlocked.

Mu Ying moved another stone slab into place, preparing to open it in the same manner.

Gungun scurried to hide behind the stone slab, utterly baffled.

Was its master an idiot? Hadn’t they learned from the previous box?

"This is called leaving no stone unturned!"

Mu Ying certainly didn’t think she was lucky enough to randomly shine a light on the wall and stumble upon the Core Chamber with Gungun in tow.

Rather than relying on luck, she preferred to search the entire Underground City methodically.

No matter how cleverly the secret chamber was concealed, it would not escape detection with this method.

Even though it might take quite some time, it was better than blindly searching, ending up like a headless fly and potentially wasting even more time.

She had plenty of stone slabs anyway, so trying again wasn’t an issue.

Unexpectedly, this time when she opened it, nothing happened.

Gungun: (⊙_⊙)?

It didn’t understand.

Mu Ying leaned over to look inside, where there was similarly a piece of paper with something else underneath.

Another dictionary consultation.

"This paper is poisonous, do not touch!!!"

Mu Ying: "..."

No need for your concern; I’m wearing protective gloves.

She moved the paper aside and beneath it was a copper ring, an equipment piece.

[Storage copper ring]

[Quality: Blue Excellent]

[Effect: Contains 3 cubic feet of storage space, can store items]

This storage copper ring was not like her super storage ring, which could be bound by Magic Power to a Master; it belonged to whoever picked it up and could be opened by anyone.

Mu Ying extended her Perception into it.

A large animal skin covered everything inside, and on that animal skin lay a parchment, which also had writing, time to flip through the dictionary again.

"Sigh, I never expected my last secret to be discovered.

So someone actually came to my resting place after discovering Louis’s malicious traps, even going so far as to open the same kind of box.

Perhaps the gods did not wish for my talent to disappear from this world. Well then, I’ll present you with my private memoir contained in this ring, seeing as you are as clever as I am and were able to find my hiding spot.

The thought that someone would admire my works after my death thrills me, hahaha!

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, my name is Fiano Liruadis Chris...

A great poet.

..."

Mu Ying translated more and felt increasingly speechless.

This man’s name was excessively long, and he seemed quite proud of hiding things in the same spot as that Louis.

From his viewpoint, he probably assumed others wouldn’t stumble in the same spot twice; after triggering the Poison Needle Box prepared by Louis, they probably would lose interest in his own box.

He didn’t even connect the mechanism for the secret compartment with the corpse. Generally speaking, to find this secret compartment, one would have had to move a body in another Tomb and discovered that poison needle box, then suspect that something similar existed in this almost identical chamber.

But with a prior example before them, they might think there’s nothing of value to be found within.

In reality, though? The ones who didn’t escape the poison needle trap would have already met their doom in that chamber, and those who did escape once would find it even easier the second time, wouldn’t they?

If he really wanted to hide something, wouldn’t it be safer to just dig a deep hole, bury it, and leave no clues at all?

Mu Ying seriously doubted that his so-called memoirs and works were anything serious. The feeling of "thou doth protest too much" from that piece of paper in the box was overwhelming, as if he was desperate to have someone look at the ring.

This gentleman, whose corpse had even been devoured clean by Ghouls, had hidden a huge pile of manuscripts in the ring.

All were in Guland script, which made Mu Ying’s eyes swim.

Translating them all would take who knows how long.

She randomly picked a few manuscripts with fewer characters to translate.

Immediately, she felt both her eyes and soul were tainted, all of them absurdly ridiculous poems.

For instance, one went like this:

"Ah! Before him stood a beautiful maiden.

Ah! Behind him stood a beautiful maiden.

Ah! To his left was also a beautiful maiden.

Ah! To his right was also a beautiful maiden.

Please tell, are there maidens above and below him?

I’ll whisper to you, above is a dim chandelier, and below, the most beautiful maiden of all."

In any case, they were all similarly bizarre poems. After reading them, Mu Ying simply wanted to know Fiano’s actual position at the scene.

Case closed. This man was definitely one of those poets who thought themselves underappreciated geniuses—no wonder he produced such a large pile of unbearable material.

Mu Ying truly regretted it, truly. She shouldn’t have opened that box. The ring was already in hand, and though the few manuscripts she reviewed were of this quality, void of content, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that something valuable might be among them.

After all, this person lived in an era when Guland Underground City was still intact. There might be records about the Underground City, right? She couldn’t bear to give up that possibility.

So she felt a bit stuck.