The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 264 - 255: Old Zongzi’s Path to Wealth
Upon hearing the words ’Luminous Pearl,’ I reflexively looked up at the 100W bulb overhead.
After adjusting to the bright light, the two people by the door also looked up at the light source above the burial chamber, and then they both froze in surprise.
The man holding a large hammer unconsciously took two steps forward, probably wanting to get a clearer view of what was hanging above.
Thud—Whoa~ Ha-ha-ha-ha... Boo—Mommy!
The man stepped on a plastic doll, which emitted a baby-like cry. The doll knocked over a motorized duck on the ’tracks,’ causing the duck to quack and run as a toy train, blocked by the duck, resumed operation with a toot, startling the man to jump and land on the ’boss,’ releasing a high-pitched scream.
At that moment, the two Tomb Robbers finally looked towards the ground, coincidentally spotting me sitting not far from them, leaning against a half-human-tall stone statue.
The statue was originally shaped like an Evil Ghost, and combined with my Shrek costume, their eyes barely swept over this way before unleashing a second wave of screams. They didn’t even have time to look at anything else before they turned and fled the chamber.
This was a natural reaction. Once they stopped to think, they would realize the oddities of the burial chamber, like how could there be motorized ducks and toy trains in an ancient tomb?
I had heard from Tomb Robbers before that what they feared most in ancient tombs were not the traps or lurking zongzi, but modern artifacts.
Because if there were modern items in a tomb, like flashlights, towels, food wrappers, or water bottles, it meant the tomb had certainly been looted already.
What could be more terrifying than risking one’s life for nothing, returning empty-handed?
I understood their feelings; after all, being involved in tomb robbery itself runs the risk of severe punishment, and being caught with nothing left would leave them with only: Holding a corn bun... tears can’t stop flowing down.
However, once modern artifacts are discovered in the tomb, the fear significantly diminishes.
Sure enough, after a while, the two returned, one holding a brightly polished cleaver, the other holding a sharpening rod.
Their equipment was too amateurish; they wore mining overalls, with headlamps sold online for 48 yuan with free shipping, gloves that cost 20 cents a pair, and shoes with loose laces.
The large hammer had been professional, and this cleaver seemed decent too; one was likely a handyman, the other a chef.
Galaxy acted as if she didn’t see them, sitting at her workbench continuing to carve wood, while Chen Qinghan made no move to confront them.
Seeing people in the chamber, they just held up their ’weapons,’ but neither took a step forward.
The one with the sharpening rod quickly surveyed the burial chamber, hesitantly speaking, "You turned the chamber into a workshop?"
"Who are you?" the cleaver-wielding one spoke loudly, but his voice was clearly lacking confidence, as though he was bluffing.
There were only two of them, giving them no advantage in numbers, so they dared not act hastily.
"We’re visiting." I pointed to Chen Qinghan and said.
"The housing prices are high; living here is free," Galaxy cooperated, surprisingly answering their question despite usually being reticent.
The cleaver-wielding one, slightly bolder, stepped forward and asked, "Where’s the treasure?"
"Read the pictures," Galaxy pointed with her carving knife to the paintings on the walls.
Anyone looking at the murals and engravings on the stone platform would realize this ancient tomb wasn’t meant to hide any treasure; it was merely a ’Door Stone’ sealing the Evil Ghost gate.
The murals depicted the burial scene of a ’hero,’ with only one coffin and no other burial items.
"Boss, could they be sent by that other group?" the sharpening rod holder whispered.
"Idiots, do you think this setup was done in a short time? Someone beat us to it," the cleaver-wielder replied through gritted teeth, his eyes shifting to the wall mural.
From his words, it seemed they hadn’t been inside long, and another group had also entered.
I guessed that the other group was a professional team; the person fainted in the passage likely carried a professional team’s backpack.
"Liu Laonian—Wang Datou!!" a voice filled with murderous intent shouted from outside the door, and its owner came rushing in.
"Mr. Dong?" the sharpening rod holder shrank his neck, showing a guilty expression upon seeing the newcomer.
The newcomer was none other than the young man we had scared in the passage. He was panting and carrying a backpack as he ran into the burial chamber. The tomb door slowly closed behind him, and catching sight of us from the corner of his eye, he was instantly petrified.
