The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 224 - 225: Say Something, Will You?

The underground space of ’Big Bamboo’ is an inverted funnel-shaped pit, so the rubble only blocked the narrow part at the top. I rolled to the edge of the ’funnel’ and wasn’t crushed underneath, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

There was nothing much in the space below. I circled around and only found a crack in one place, perhaps caused by the explosion and collapse just now.

There seemed to be more space on the other side of the crack. I gauged it, and only the middle part was narrow. I thought I could squeeze through, so I took a deep breath, sucked in my stomach, and slipped through sideways.

Actually, I had a question before: why wasn’t this thing destroyed after Otuna stepped down?

The person responsible for handling it at the time told me she had a more secure method and promised to send this thing to a safe place where it could no longer harm our clan.

Now I suspect that person was also an Otuna supporter, just hidden in the shadows. She knew Otuna was planning a comeback, so she didn’t agree to destroy ’Big Bamboo.’

Judging by the timeline, when ’Big Bamboo’ was delivered, White Jade City had already been completed. I just don’t know the exact time they abandoned the city. Could it be that the Centipede Woman is really a resident of White Jade City? Were they brainwashed by the cult members, turning themselves into monsters?

Squeezing into another space, I looked around and found a door here. I checked the crack, noticing it differed from the natural rock wall beside it. The space I was in felt like a foyer, but someone had sealed it off with stone slabs.

"Little Fu—"

The sudden shout startled me while I was deep in thought. He suddenly called out... Huh? Qinghan Chen?

"You dug the hole open so quickly?" I was delighted and turned back to shout outside through the crack.

"No, I jumped down." Qinghan Chen heard my voice and started walking over.

"Why did you jump down? I was hoping you’d dig me out. Wait, don’t come any closer, my clothes are gone, and you better not peek!"

"Here’s a jacket for you. Why would I peek? I already saw you in the fire." Qinghan Chen shoved his jacket through the wall crack.

"I don’t want to live; I want to die." But I couldn’t become a streaking ghost, so I needed to put on the jacket. As I said this, I reached out and pulled the jacket over. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Yes, let’s die together, so centuries later, when someone discovers this place, they might think it’s a married couple’s tomb. It’s nice."

"Nice my foot! Hey, you don’t really want to die, do you?" If not, why did he jump down? He knows I won’t die, so did he purposely jump into the fire to commit suicide?

There’s this mental condition called smiling depression, where you can’t tell they’re downhearted because they smile at everyone, but they might suddenly end their life one day.

Qinghan Chen is now really alone, even his only sister is gone. Over the years, finding his sister was his greatest wish. Now that goal has vanished suddenly, he’s definitely taken a substantial mental hit.

Qinghan Chen said nothing, neither admitting nor denying it. I became a bit worried because his silence was unsettling.

"Hey, say something, don’t scare me." I stuck my head through the crack to look outside, but he wasn’t standing in front of it.

"Ahem." His voice came from the left side of the crack, making a noise from his throat like clearing phlegm.

"There’s a door in here. I don’t know who built it, but it’s quite mysterious. Guess what’s behind it?" Since I can’t comfort him, I thought of diverting his attention. Keeping busy can prevent wild thoughts.

"There’s a time portal, allowing us to go back and alter history."

"You never let me watch movies, but you’ve watched plenty of time-travel shows, haven’t you?" I quipped, but internally sighed; he doesn’t usually talk like this because he’s always clear-headed. What he just said shows his helplessness with reality.

I walked to the door; it wasn’t tall or imposing, more like an elevator door, made of wood wrapped with a sheet of metal, probably iron, heavily corroded, with the wood rotten away.

I gently touched it, and the door immediately ’rattled’ into pieces on the ground.

But what was revealed behind it, the second layer of the door, left me astonished: "Oh my! It’s actually..."

I feared I was mistaken and leaned closer to the design on the door to check again. Assured I wasn’t wrong, my brain, already lacking blood supply, nearly had a hemorrhage!

"What is it? Be careful." Qinghan Chen heard my voice and immediately advised me.

"This island isn’t simple. I’m fine, give me a moment." Saying that, I turned the ’steering wheel’ on the door, opening the second layer. It was all metal and had weathered the years with no sign of rust.

Behind the door, there were no treasures or maze, just a room about 20 square meters with a single bed. On the bed lay a Jade Bone, a skeleton of jade.

I saw a black robe hung on the wall, so I took it down and put it on. Apart from being dusty, the robe was in great condition, very sturdy, and it had a strong drape, indicating its material was special.

The room had just a bed, and the three walls were adorned with colorful paintings. Instinctively, I reached for my phone to photograph the murals but found my pocket empty.

I walked to the bed, took the boots off the corpse’s feet, poured out the bones, and put the boots on myself. They were a bit large, but wearable.

"Hey, rest assured, even if I’m deranged, I still have my limits. I won’t sell your remains." This place wasn’t a grave, just this person’s ’post.’ He was a ’guard,’ but died on his post, with no one to take his remains away, so the room turned into his workplace, dormitory, and grave, all economized.

Since he was a guard, he must have been protecting something. From the wall paintings’ contents, what he protected was a map.

Text may fall into disuse, becoming indecipherable symbols, but pictures won’t.

This person drew his ’last words’ on the walls, hoping that one day, upon discovery, others would know who he was and what he was doing.

According to the painting’s information, his country was facing an unprecedented catastrophe, a cataclysmic war.

Entrusted by the king, he took a map and fled the capital, hiding it.

We don’t know if ’biochemical’ weapons were used in that war, forcing him to hide deep underground, thus avoiding disaster.

He was the king’s most trusted person and a clergyman; their ’deity’ appeared like a black cloud, just a mass of darkness.

No wonder his robe, boots, and the black crystal pendant on his chest were shaped like a black cloud.

Probably in his country, only clergymen like him could wear black clothes symbolizing holiness.

He hid underground for a while, later returning to the surface to find that all his country’s people were dead.

With his heart utterly broken, he returned here, closed the door, painted everything, and then poisoned himself.