The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 306 - 269: The Clueless One Is Harder to Kill

The girl said she was hiding just because she didn’t want to be eaten while still conscious; when her sickness turned her into a monster, it wouldn’t matter anymore.

I couldn’t take the risk of waiting until I fell asleep to find someone else; the ’radiated potatoes’ were indifferent to me, but that doesn’t mean they’d be the same with Baozi and the others.

"I know a shortcut, maybe we can make it in time if we hurry." The girl reluctantly stepped out of the large vat, implying she was going to guide me.

The city planning of the Fei Clan wasn’t great, with no straight roads throughout the city. I couldn’t see where a shortcut might be, so I accepted the girl’s actions, letting her guide me through the labyrinth of buildings.

I noticed a statue in the city center, higher than the other buildings, and asked the girl who it was.

"That’s our people’s hero, the great Fajina; we call her the Mother of the New Era."

"Oh... is that so, is she... still alive?"

"No, she passed away long ago, but her descendants... well, my mother and I are her descendants. Our family has always been proud of this."

The girl’s words startled me, causing my left foot to trip over my right, nearly making me fall flat on my face.

The girl quickly steadied me, nervously saying, "Be careful, don’t make a loud noise."

The city was scattered with ’radiated potatoes,’ with many corpses preserved intact, showing no signs of being attacked or disemboweled. The girl said these people died from illness.

A terrifying disease claimed the lives of the clan, a nightmare unfolding overnight, sparing none of her neighbors or relatives.

"What’s your name?" It took me a while to recover from the shock, and I tried to observe the girl beside me as calmly as possible. She seemed about Baozi’s age, with blond hair characteristic of the Fei Clan, except her eye color was a pale tea shade.

"Xiangyang." The girl turned her head to look at me and asked, "What about you?"

"Leng Fuqu."

"Cold what?"

"You can call me Mrs. Leng." Although I suggested a lower seniority, the girl wouldn’t have it, staring at me for two seconds before shaking her head with a click of her tongue.

Her N+1th power ancestor, Fajina, at most could be counted as my ’sister,’ so calling me auntie already messed up the hierarchy. Of course, it didn’t matter if she didn’t call me that, because in the Blood Mother clan, there was no hierarchy.

I was influenced by human society, applying the concept of hierarchy to define social relationships. Actually, after so many generations, it was more convenient for her to call me by my name.

Of course, none of this was important; what mattered was that she was a descendant of Fajina, born from her?? Could such a thing be possible?

"Are you a Tomb Robber?" Xiangyang nimbly jumped over the crisscrossed corpses, leading me through the winding streets.

"No," I raised an eyebrow, curious as to why she would ask that.

"There’s an ancient tomb up there, often frequented by tomb robbers, but none come back. There’s probably a very fierce zongzi inside."

"You knew there was an ancient tomb up there long ago?"

"Of course. When our ancestors built Sun City, that tomb wasn’t there yet; it was moved later. I heard from my grandmother that when the tomb was being built, someone came down here, and our people scared them off in the passage, haha."

"And yet they still dared to build a tomb above?"

"You don’t understand, the people building the tomb valued feng shui. They believed that spot above was a prime location for a tomb, utter nonsense."

"So, you also knew early on what kind of wood the tomb owner’s coffin is made from?"

"Yeah, just felt it wasn’t necessary to use it at the time, or we would have taken it on the day of the burial."

I quietly sighed, thinking how unlucky it was to have them as neighbors, a free material warehouse.

Those on the surface built what they thought were secret projects, not knowing that the ’neighbors’ underground were watching their every move clearly.

Guided by Xiangyang, we took a shortcut and arrived at the pharmacy’s entrance she mentioned. Along the way, a few ’potato’ munchers noticed her and tried to pounce, wanting to bite her, but I shot their heads off.

Inside the large red door, it was silent; Xiangyang looked back at the large clock hanging over the city, a clock with marks but no numbers, and more than just 12 marks.

"There’s still a little time," Xiangyang turned around, reaching out to push open the red door.

But it didn’t open the first time; she tried twice more, and the door opened only a crack, as if something inside was blocking it.

I motioned for her to step aside, then pressed my foot on the door panel, stomping forward with force.

The obstruction behind the door was kicked away, and a yellow shadow flew out, sticking right on my forehead.