The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 343 - 282: Tragedy (Part 2)

"Is anyone there... there... there?" I slithered like a reptile, creeping through the darkness. This place was used as a sacrificial site thousands of years ago; those thrown in here alive have probably long returned to ’dust’.

I was climbing down when my right hand suddenly pressed onto something soft. The walls of the well are made of hard stone, so bumping into something soft startled me, and I quickly withdrew my hand.

The stones were black, and this thing was black too, so I didn’t see it at all. I twisted on a glow stick, brought it close for a look, and found it was a large cocoon.

The cocoon, woven from black filaments, adhered to the well wall, blending into the environment. Any moth emerging from such a large cocoon would be at least six feet tall.

Huh?

Thinking about the height, I felt something was off. In fact, with closer inspection, the cocoon had a vaguely human-like contour.

I didn’t touch it, continued climbing down a bit more, and realized this well wasn’t as deep as I imagined—it was only about twenty meters. But there was a kind of black liquid at the bottom, like a particularly viscous black oil. Anything tossed down before fell into this black oil, which is why there was no sound or any light visible.

What’s worth worshiping in this thing? Could it be that the Ancient Niloans’ primitive worship here was for oil?

I used a glow stick to stir up some of the black oil. It wasn’t petroleum, and it certainly wasn’t vegetable oil—I couldn’t tell what it was. It was somewhat like asphalt, but its smell was even stronger, comparable to the stench of rotting flesh.

I couldn’t understand what about this thing was worth worshiping; I threw away the glow stick, and this time I saw clearly: the glow of the stick suddenly vanished.

In other words, the light was swallowed up in an instant!

I found it fascinating, so I pulled out a flashlight and shone it towards the black oil. A few seconds later, like the glow stick, the flashlight suddenly went out, though its batteries were full.

If ancient people saw something that could devour light, it would be natural for them to associate it with the power of the Netherworld.

But devouring light doesn’t mean it devours people...

I climbed back up next to the black cocoon. Based on what I know about Chen Qinghan, if he jumped down himself, he would find a way to stop midway to avoid falling to the bottom.

His survival skills are so strong, I don’t believe he would just jump into the black oil to die.

Thus, what’s inside this big cocoon is likely him.

However, when did Chen Qinghan develop moth-like attributes, I do not know.

"Chen, wake up." I didn’t dare to tear open the cocoon directly, fearing he was halfway through turning into a human-moth, and I might rip him into a deformed state.

I crawled around the large cocoon, calling out to him in different tones. In the dark well, I felt like a lost soul invoking spirits, so I pulled out my phone and played the most gentle system ringtone next to the cocoon.

"Incoming call... incoming call..."

After a few rings, the cocoon finally moved, and I saw a hand-like shape move up to feel near its head. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The reflexive action of reaching for a phone confirmed to me that there was a person inside.

"Chen, is that you? Wake up, I’ve brought people to rescue you."

This time, the person inside fully woke up, tore open the cocoon, revealing the familiar face.

I stared over his shoulder, wanting to see if he had sprouted wings, but regretfully, there were none.

He’s still the same as before, no scales, no armor.

"Can you move now? I’ll carry you up."

"I’m alright."

He extended his arms, I placed him on my back, and started climbing up the well. With his skills, he shouldn’t lose to the Three Heads and Six Arms, so what made him jump into the well to save himself?

I asked while climbing, but he still seemed dazed, saying he suddenly felt unwell, overwhelmingly sleepy. He feared that he’d be killed if he fell asleep, so he jumped into the well to hide, and indeed fell asleep clinging to the well wall.

It’s hard to say what caused this now, but it likely has something to do with bloodline inheritance.

However, no one from my clan can turn into a cocoon. I believe Chen Qinghan’s own constitution is different from ordinary people, so when combined with my clan’s power, it produced extraordinary changes.

"It seems your goddess has been possessed. Do you understand ’possession’? Have you read any cultivation novels?"

"No."

Chen Qinghan’s response didn’t surprise me at all, so I explained: it means her consciousness is gone and became part of someone else. It’s different from possession in cultivation novels; one consciousness dominating two bodies, it’s like turning the goddess into someone’s ’hand’ or ’leg’.