The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 328 - 276: Midnight Conversation (Part 2)

The big bug escaped from the BBQ calamity, but I couldn’t escape being fleeced by Qinghan. He specifically asked for hotpot and refused to eat out, so I could only go to the market under his supervision to buy hotpot ingredients and prepare a hotpot feast at home.

Qinghan is very good at directing people. Before going to the market, he transferred money to me, which lifted my spirits, making me particularly motivated to prepare the feast, feeling as good as the day when my monthly salary arrives—everything looks pleasant, everything is done joyfully.

Qinghan, like Baozi and Ke’er, took photos before eating and posted them on his social media, even capturing me wearing an apron, which Baozi immediately liked, commenting that animal lovers strongly protest—no show of affection means no harm.

He never had this habit before; I guess he’s doing it for the Sakura goddess.

Eating is more about the experience—Qinghan eats boiled mutton, I eat boiled ginseng; he dips his vegetables in aromatic oil, I dip my He Shouwu in spicy sauce.

Though my skin has returned to normal, I figure if I keep supplementing regularly, perhaps the next time I use the Karmic Fire, overdosing won’t be a problem.

It’s just that wild herbs are too expensive; I can’t eat like this three meals a day. Shunfeng did send me forty boxes of various nourishing herbs, after he told his dad that I am his savior, his dad immediately signed a check and had Shunfeng send it to me, saying to fill in whatever amount.

Shunfeng went the extra mile to send forty boxes of precious herbs, truly embodying the phrase ’wealthy and generous’.

I accepted the herbs but not the check. During dinner, Qinghan asked me if this method is safe and if it might have side effects.

There’s no way to verify at the moment; as long as it works, it’s worth it—definitely won’t cause death.

When Xiangyang returned and met Qinghan, she wasn’t shy or unfamiliar, since Baozi kept talking about him lately, so she probably knows Qinghan’s basic info and adventure stories by now.

"Um... Chen, could you help her get an identity too? I can’t hire an illegal immigrant as a waitress, right? She’ll get caught." I didn’t ask in Xiangyang’s presence but waited until she went to her room to sleep, and then asked Qinghan while we were strolling downstairs.

After asking, I felt anxious. Creating a new identity isn’t like photoshopping a photo. I’ve already troubled him a lot, and now adding another alien and illegal immigrant—whether it’s possible is secondary; the main concern is whether Qinghan would feel I’m a shameless person who doesn’t know when to stop.

"If..."

"It’s doable, but you’re fully responsible for whoever you bring out; if she causes trouble, I’ll come directly to you."

"No problem! Rest assured, she has no special abilities, just high immunity and runs fast; she’s responsible for delivering takeout in the shop."

As the night breeze gently blows, we leisurely stroll on the tree-lined road outside the community; I’m taking Qinghan to see our shop.

The signage and lightbox were made by Bai Yun and Tool Man. Initially, Tool Man had no name, just a numerical code, but since we’re doing business among ordinary people, calling the waitstaff by code is too bizarre, so we named them Mei Lan Zhu Ju, like the four attendants by Tianshan Tonglao’s side.

I joked that Bai Yun might as well change her name to Wu Xingyun, and she actually had everyone call her Wu.

She said to hide her tracks, changing names and surnames isn’t wrong.

The apartment they rented is close to the shop, five blocks away—a fairly convenient commuting distance in the Capital.

"You should have a proper talk with Miss Wang," Qinghan said as we nearly reached the shop entrance.

Miss Wang is naturally Miss Wang Baishi, probably because Qinghan also thinks calling her Bi Shi sounds unpleasant, so he still calls her Miss Wang.

"She doesn’t wear a mask in front of you."

Yes, Miss Bi Shi, whether it’s disdain, disappointment, anger, or helplessness, she expresses it all clearly in front of me.

She can have a heated argument with me, and then row the crisis boat together.

Perhaps this time, her purpose of connecting was truly just to help me solve the Karmic Fire issue; her advice for me to go to the Land of Origin is merely hoping I might acquire the Ultimate Energy there.

I can think positively about her motives, but I won’t act as she wishes.

"I don’t get it; there are already so many people who’ve collided with that southern wall—why does she think I won’t have a problem if I crash?" Of course, I know the difficulties faced by the existing clans—this world has long changed, and the Alien Clan can only live in the unexposed darkness, with mutual killings among their kind. They want to change the predicament, maybe even bigger—they might want to create a new world.

But this idea isn’t unique to them; in ancient times, countless clans have thought about it. So what? A civilization, or several, fell one after another, and none have obtained the Ultimate Energy from the Land of Origin.