The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 265 - 255: Old Zongzi’s Path to Wealth (Part 2)
The young man ran too fast and snapped the toy train’s track with a crack. Galaxy didn’t get angry; she twirled the carving knife in her hand and said to the young man, "Handcrafted 10:1 realistic vintage luxury train track parts, original price 1800, currently on promotion, discounted to 1620, personal pickup can waive the shipping fee, 1600, thank you."
I never thought that the longest sentence I’d hear her say in my life would be such a... perplexing sentence.
The young man was also stunned. Perhaps instinctively, he immediately replied, "What kind of thing costs 1600? Are you extorting people?"
"Not compensating?" Galaxy stopped twirling the carving knife, turned to the young man, and said, "I’ve lived here for over eight hundred years, and there’s never been a living person who can owe me a debt."
As soon as she said that, not to mention the young man, even the two holding knives and sticks shivered with fear.
She put on a stern face, her gaze turned grim, as if she became a different person. No one would doubt any word she said at that moment, and the dangerous yet powerful aura she emitted was forged through countless killings. Even if the original tomb owner resurrected, they wouldn’t have her level of lethality.
"Didn’t mean to avoid the debt. 1600 isn’t expensive, it’s a fair price, but... I don’t have enough cash, what do you think?" The young man patted his pockets and pulled out 800 in cash, along with a few smaller notes. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"WeChat transfer."
As if she knew the young man’s next response would be about having no signal to go online, Galaxy patted the black box on the table.
When I fell down from the entrance, I realized that this ancient tomb was very close to the surface, similar to the basement of an ordinary building. She had a cell phone signal booster on her workbench. I used to think about getting one of those for the tomb, but unfortunately, it cost thousands, and back then, I didn’t have an address for delivery.
Upon seeing the black box, the young man’s expression was nothing short of dramatic. Resigned to his fate, he took out his phone, added Galaxy on WeChat, and transferred the money to her.
I wondered how she got so wealthy—over the years, she must have extorted quite a few tomb robbers. The tomb robbers would enter the tomb without acquiring any antiques but would get scammed by the intruding Madam Zongzi, making it a tale for the ages.
But, as they say, you can’t always walk by the river without getting wet. They steal tombs and dig graves; it’s impossible to keep taking others’ things for free. In this line of work, debts must eventually be repaid.
After the young man paid, the expression on the stick-holding man’s face was visibly uneasy, his gaze constantly drifting towards the door, seeming to want to leave.
He also stepped on a toy just now, but unlike the young man, he didn’t break it. There was just a half shoe print on the doll’s clothes.
"Don’t worry, you don’t need to compensate. I don’t want money from a dead person."
Galaxy’s words frightened the man with the sharpening stick so much that he dropped to his knees, tossing away the stick in his hand, clasping his hands together while bowing repeatedly.
"Madam Zongzi, spare me! I really am a first-timer, I didn’t take anything, and my tools even fell into the trap, please spare me..." The man was full of snot and tears, looking quite pitiful. I wondered why he didn’t have a sledgehammer when he came in again—it turns out it fell into the trap.
After the candle-holding puppets came in, they extinguished the candles and flew around Galaxy, creating an eerie scene that made the guy with the cleaver hesitant to approach.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead, and he could barely hold onto the cleaver. He too glanced at the main tomb chamber’s door, but that door could only be opened from the outside, not from inside.
Prying the door open would expose his back to the enemy, so he hesitated to act. He couldn’t rely on his kneeling companion.
"You’re poisoned." Galaxy had no interest in hearing him cry and interrupted him.
The man’s cries stopped abruptly. He took a breath and asked, "What poison? What am I poisoned with?"
Galaxy sat back in front of her workbench, continuing to carve her wood. "The previous tomb owner’s poison, incurable."
I understand though, even if Galaxy is residing in the tomb, she may not clear out all the mechanisms and traps, especially poisons that don’t affect her. She has no reason to spend time removing them.
In ancient times, people often mixed poison into the soil when building tombs or applied it on the sealed tomb doors or walls, or even spread it on the ground.
Even if tomb robbers don’t directly touch these poisons, they can still inhale the toxic gas that vaporizes into the air.
The young man who got extorted had no issues, only the man kneeling on the ground was poisoned. This leaves two possibilities: either they didn’t take the same path, or the poisoned man directly touched the toxin.
"What about me?" The guy with the cleaver finally couldn’t hold it in. He must have been with Liu Laonian all along, so hearing that Liu Laonian was poisoned was a huge shock for him.
The young man had called out two names earlier; I guessed the one kneeling and crying was Liu Laonian because the guy with the cleaver had a rather large head, so he must be Wang Datou.
