The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 227 - 228: Recitation

I didn’t see any pangolins, but during the recent human-beast battle, I saw a group of animals digging at an incredible speed. They looked somewhat like moles, but fiercer than moles. If they are close relatives of moles, they must be the King Kong Barbie type.

Even if they could be used like pangolins, they must have been blown away by artillery shells by now.

"How long until your contact arrives?" Bi Shi asked Qinghan.

"At least one day, at most three days."

"Mary Su’s people can arrive within 24 hours. Why don’t you come with us?"

Throughout this journey, Bi Shi often complained about me, thinking I’m no longer ’charming,’ but she’s helped me more frequently than before, and it’s been voluntary. Comparing to the past, both of us have changed, and perhaps our relationship is changing as well.

"Thanks, but it’s okay for us to wait one more day." Qinghan declined Bi Shi’s invitation.

"Alright then." Bi Shi didn’t insist. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, drew out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.

"Since when did you learn to smoke?" I stared at her, feeling the scene in front of me was a bit surreal.

"Learned from a video. Someone can smoke a whole pack at once; I want to practice and try to exceed them."

"That’s boring since others have already done it. If you want to beat them, it’s easy—smoke a chimney! I’m telling you, no one can outdo you."

"Good idea... I’ll try it once I get out; how about the exhaust pipe of a car? That’s cool too, right?"

"Sure, but you definitely need to put a disclaimer not to imitate at the beginning of the video; otherwise, if someone copies and gets into trouble, it’ll be bothersome."

"How about creating a series of videos?"

"Sounds great, let’s call it ’Urban Death Wish’—a hundred ways to seek disaster in the city!"

"Alright, old buddy, remember to like and send gifts to me."

"Absolutely."

"Free gifts don’t count."

"I promise not less than ten bucks—how’s that? Good enough, right?"

"That’s more like it."

Qinghan listened to our conversation, looking at us with a complex and unintelligible expression.

He never browses short videos, so he probably doesn’t understand what we were talking about, yet there wasn’t confusion in his eyes, but rather a hint of helplessness?

"Chen, what do you think about me shooting some vlogs during my spare time? These days, young people are into making them." I felt like our conversation was excluding him, so I wanted to include him in our discussion.

"Can you appear in the camera?" Mr. Han hits the nail on the head with a truly deadly remark.

"Ugh~ Yeah, in surveillance footage, I’m just a shadow..." I admitted gloomily.

"Are you sure?" Qinghan asked again.

His two questions confused me. I wasn’t sure anymore if I can appear on the camera or not.

"In the Black Knight’s camp, surveillance was everywhere. They seemed to not notice anything unusual about you," Bi Shi reflected.

"Now, let’s talk about the symbiotic relationship." Qinghan suddenly steered the topic into a direction I hadn’t expected.

There was a brief silence among us three. Bi Shi looked at me, I looked at Qinghan, and Qinghan looked at both of us simultaneously.

Of course, it wasn’t difficult for him since Bi Shi and I were sitting snugly together.

At the moment, the animals on the island had calmed down, the submarine and its white-suited leader were wiped out, the leaders were sailing away on the Shell Ship, He Su was trapped in the control room under the gold mine, Otuna’s thoughts were dispersed, and the ’Big Bamboo’ along with the monstrosities she created were blasted into pieces and buried deep underground.

It’s probably time to hold a summary meeting, but I didn’t understand why Qinghan suddenly mentioned the symbiotic relationship.

Perhaps our puzzled expressions disappointed him, Qinghan sighed lightly, "Essentially, it means I share your physique, and you share my popularity."

"Didn’t you listen to our talk at the Genetic Tree?" Qinghan continued to ask.

"Uh... I listened to a bit, but not fully." I was distracted when they discussed how to seize the Karmic Fire, then began to scope out the ritual platform and ’Christmas Tree’, truly missing the latter part of their conversation.

"Careless." Qinghan mumbled, half resentful, half sighing, then said, "At least you know how your kin continues their bloodline, right?"

"I’m not careless. I remember the kick you gave me vividly. I know about continuing the bloodline; it involves nurturing the fetus with blood, connecting bloodlines." I raised my hand instinctively, like a student eager to answer a teacher’s question.

"Injecting one’s blood into the nutritional fluid of the embryo, after about 12 months, the blood legacy is transferred. This method is also applicable to grown prospective heirs, as long as they are of the same clan." Bi Shi followed.

"You both are reciting." Qinghan mercilessly exposed us.

"That’s the standard answer." Bi Shi and I exchanged glances, both seemingly seeking more confidence from each other’s eyes.

"We’ve seen heirs after the blood legacy transfer, so it should... be correct." Bi Shi looked at Qinghan, still slightly unsure.

Indeed, we had seen others post-transfer, but none of us witnessed the process firsthand. In the clan, some designated personnel handle it, and a dedicated space like a modern maternity ward exists for such matters.

The blood legacy transfer prohibits any visits or disturbances, outsiders simply cannot see it, hence, we aging unmarried women can only recite.

"Otuna told me that during the initial stage of blood connection between heir and bequeather, it is the most dangerous time. One’s glory is shared, one’s loss is mutual—it can be said to be a state of symbiosis."

Qinghan’s words made Bi Shi and I exchange looks again. This matter was unheard of to us.

Previously, we only heard about both sides being particularly weak throughout the transfer process, needing ample rest.

"However, the greatest threat isn’t from the outside." Qinghan’s tone shifted, "but from each other."

I processed for a few seconds, thoughts racing, finally voicing a potential explanation, "You mean, someone like me, Little King Kong, can’t be harmed by others, only by my heir?"

Qinghan nodded, "Precisely, since it’s a state of unity, of course, harming you equates to harming themselves."

Bi Shi raised her hand to interrupt us, "You two, are you in a symbiotic relationship?"

Qinghan hesitated before responding, "It’s quite possible."

I think I’ve guessed why Qinghan brought up this topic, so I said, "You’re implying that now you possess some of my abilities, and I hold your vitality aura?"

"This is only a preliminary hypothesis. Some matters require further validation," Qinghan remarked.

"I’ve always wanted to ask you this: the first time we met, I didn’t smell living aura from you—what’s with that?" Although later he exhibited the living aura, during our first meeting, he didn’t, which I always found perplexing.