The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 430 - 325: Old Letters and Last Words

Wuyong had the Two-headed Wolf bring us here, surely not to show us that diary, because we no longer need the experiences recorded in it.

Besides, the diary has nothing to do with Wuyong, but this skin does. It’s written with my ancestral language in red paint, and in this Ancient City, the only ones able to write this language are me and Wuyong.

Qinghan couldn’t interpret my ancestral language, but he recognized it and handed the skin to me.

The skin was about the size of a notebook used by students. I took it and glanced over it, raising my eyebrows.

"This is a will." I grew serious, starting to read it word by word.

The person who wrote the will was Wuyong, because I first looked at the beginning and the signature. The beginning indicated it was a testament, with Wuyong’s name signed at the end.

"She said she decided to submit to the Evil Spirit to achieve longevity by becoming their servant, with the way to show loyalty being to surrender her life." I summarized the essence of the will.

"Surrender her life for longevity?"

"I suppose she handed over her life and death to the Evil Spirit, realizing the future was unpredictable and not in her hands, so she wrote the will as if she were going to die."

"For whom?"

"Hey, there’s really a name. This name... translated means ’morning’."

"Morning?" Qinghan picked up a wallet lying beside the backpack I had seen before, which had no money inside.

Qinghan took a driver’s license from its inner layer and showed me the name on it.

Ou Chen.

"Can’t be, such a coincidence?" I hadn’t looked closely at the driver’s license photo before; now, I scrutinized it and after pondering for a moment, said, "I don’t recognize him."

The man in the photo looked quite young, his features sharp and defined, expressionless to the point of appearing stern. With his chiseled features, he gave off an unapproachable aura.

Simply put, he looked cold and a bit fierce.

"Doesn’t look like someone over ten thousand years old." I muttered softly.

"Neither do you look a thousand." Qinghan smirked sideways. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Why is he ten thousand, and I’m a thousand? I must be at least nine thousand!"

"Nine thousand... that title sounds familiar, like I heard it somewhere."

"Ugh, you can’t remember because you watch too few TV dramas, it’s from those ancient costume dramas, the chief eunuch, surnamed Wei."

"Oh, right, so you’re the talent the Eastern Factory needs."

"Of course!"

"Then please explain, Factory Director, if this Ou Chen is the person mentioned in the will."

"Well... it couldn’t be confirmed initially, but since Wuyong sent the Two-headed Wolf to bring us, and her will was placed in Ou Chen’s water bottle, I think there might indeed be a connection between them."

For instance, Ou Chen might have known Wuyong ten thousand years ago, regardless of his identity. Longevity is certain, and perhaps Wuyong even sought his longevity secrets.

But Wuyong became obsessed, deviating towards a sinister path for longevity, and wrote a will to Ou Chen before making her decision. The will mentions that apart from agreeing to serve the Evil Spirit, she hid an item somewhere in the city, and if ’Chen’ found the will, he would naturally know where.

Qinghan went through the plastic diary again, reading it several times. On the last page of the diary, there was a sentence: ...can take shelter in that place...

The sentence roughly indicated that if he and his teammates encountered danger in the city center, they could take refuge somewhere.

If it were someone’s first time in the city, how could they know where to find a shelter in the city center?

Qinghan believed the place he mentioned is the same as ’that place’ in Wuyong’s will.

However, could this Ou Chen really be a person from ten thousand years ago?

Qinghan had carefully inspected the skin on which the will was written. Having seen numerous ancient artifacts and undergone professional training, he had the judgment to discern the authenticity of old items.

He said the skin had aged, though the exact number of years he couldn’t affirm. However, he could guarantee it wasn’t something from the recent couple of years.

Moreover, Wuyong, seeking longevity, must have sold her life to the Evil Spirit a millennium ago. If she managed to survive to the present on her own, why seek help from the Evil Spirit?

Therefore, the will must have been written a millennium ago, and Ou Chen likely obtained it only in recent years.

Regardless of whether Ou Chen is the ’Chen’ mentioned in the will, he entered the Ancient City, obtained Wuyong’s will, and probably knows what ’that place’ refers to.

After making so many assumptions and deductions, our sole goal was to understand what message Wuyong wanted to convey to us.

"Is she trying to direct us to ’that place’?" I conjectured.

"The only overlapping information between the diary and the will is that place."

"But we don’t know where that place is."

"There’s a direction."

"City center? The city center is vast and has Evil Spirits within."

"Perhaps Wuyong wanted to tell us some secrets, but couldn’t because of the Evil Spirits’ control, so she could only give us some clues."

"Oh? The black hand gripping her throat, is that the Evil Spirit?"

The Evil Spirit’s range of activity had already exceeded the city center, and something was quite peculiar.

I couldn’t sense anything unusual, yet Qinghan could feel the presence of ’Evil Spirits’ in that dark room; he felt there were many people inside. If his perception was correct, could he be exhibiting our ancestral unique talent?

Qinghan rummaged through another backpack and pulled out a small waterproof bag containing a stack of documents.

We both lifted our heads and exchanged a glance upon seeing the photo on the documents.

The stack of documents belonged to the cowboy hat. I saw only the beginning of his name, Allen, followed by a long string of surnames I didn’t read.

His backpack was packed with Ou Chen’s, indicating that Allen was Ou Chen’s only remaining teammate.

Moreover, the two of them had set off for the city center three years earlier, one morning.

Cowboy hat... could he really have survived in the Ancient City for several years?

It didn’t seem like it, with constant danger in the Ancient City; his gun even had bullets left. How did he not have a chance to shoot over several years?

I found the existence of the cowboy hat exceptionally abrupt. If someone said he just entered a month ago, I’d believe it, but claiming he lived here for years without his clothes, ammunition, or himself showing any signs of wear was too strange.

"Perhaps he scavenged gear, food, and water from other teams. After the emergence of the Ancient City, the Kangaroo Country never stopped sending exploration teams to this region; spacing the intervals between months, he’d manage to hang on." Qinghan considered my speculation and spoke.

"Alright, anything’s possible."

"Regardless of where he emerged from, we mustn’t trust him."

"Agreed, I just find him odd, better to be cautious."

"Let’s go back; if we’re out too long, he might grow suspicious."

Qinghan only took the documents from the two wallets and tucked them into his pocket, along with that plastic diary and the old letter from the Republic inside.

He handed Wuyong’s will to me, saying it might be useful in the future.