The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 201 - 202: One Poet Sleeps Here

Wuu...buzz...

A sound like a long alarm echoed in the deep pit beneath the gold coffin.

After the owner of the gold coffin disappeared, it lost its buoyancy and dropped into the pit.

I lay on the edge of the pit and looked down, only to see countless eyes staring up at me, large eyes glaring at my own small pair.

Those eyes were like light bulbs scattered on the sea, swaying with the waves and gradually rising upward.

The gold coffin fell into the sea of eyes and was quickly submerged, and I screamed from the depths of my soul, "Hajima——"

A pair of strong hands grabbed my collar and pulled me back as I was about to jump down.

"What are you doing? This place is about to collapse, let’s go!" Qinghan dragged me as we ran toward the tunnel.

"Ah...no, my billions!" I reached out with both hands, wanting to embrace the darkness beneath me, where my ’future’ lay.

"Do you want to be a bun filling?" Qinghan asked in a deep voice, pulling me forcefully up the tunnel.

I understood the bun filling joke; in the past, when someone died, they would pile up a grave, which people called a bun, and bun filling meant being the dead in the grave.

I’ve already been a bun filling for thousands of years, I’m tired of it. Given the current situation, indeed very dangerous, I had to give up the billions and followed Qinghan out.

The thing at the bottom of the pit seemed to want to come out, but its body was too large, stuck at the bottom, and struggled for a long time, causing the mountain to collapse even more severely.

Because the beehive shrank, the balance of the mountain’s internal structure was disrupted, and the collapse began due to the struggling of the creature at the bottom of the pit. The mountain was originally hourglass-shaped, with a very thin connection point between the upper and lower parts. If it kept shaking like this, the V-shaped peak above might fall down.

"Why are you back?" I felt that Qinghan hadn’t been gone for long and wasn’t supposed to be at the landslide site.

"I felt the tremors and feared something might happen." He pulled me along as we sprinted, and perhaps it was an illusion, but I felt he was escaping faster than before.

Initially, only dirt clods and egg-sized stones fell, but as we ran, a ’rain of stones’ descended from above, and the mountain shook more violently.

After a ’warning’ roar, the V-shaped peak finally crushed the equilateral triangular mountain body below.

Truck-sized rocks fell, followed by the pointed base of the V-shaped peak, and Qinghan hugged me as we rolled forward.

While spinning, I saw a giant creature crawling out of the pit, with countless tentacles, each dense with eyeballs like a honeycomb.

This thing had no head or tail. If I had to say, it resembled an overly hair-growth tonic applied ball. Its body was flexible but excessively fat, like a tangyuan stuffed into a small medicine bottle; easy to enter, hard to escape.

Just when it crawled out, it was shoved back into the pit by the collapsing V-shaped mountain peak above, pressing it firmly.

Wuu——

The giant eye monster let out its final cry, unwilling and angry, yet powerless to change its fate.

Its last lament was heart-stirring and poetic; darkness gave it countless eyes, but it could never see the light.

When I received its dying thoughts, I wished to write on its epitaph: A poet rests here forever...

Unfortunately, at this moment, Qinghan and I were also in this grave, failing to escape before the mountain completely collapsed.

Qinghan used his body to shield me from the falling rocks. We were in the passage not far from the exit, but the exit was either collapsed or blocked by fallen rocks, so we couldn’t see its location for the time being.

"At this point, taking care of yourself would be better." I sighed helplessly.

Qinghan lay on top of me, with thousands of pounds of falling rock pressing on his back. I bore the combined weight of him and the rocks, offering an awkward yet polite smile.

I understood his protective intentions and was deeply grateful, but since the whole mountain had collapsed, he bearing it for me only added him as more weight on me.

"Sigh...I know you’re alive, wake up and make a decision." I could feel his heartbeat, his powerful breathing in my ear, not seeming like he was about to die.

"Pfft—cough, cough——" Qinghan spat out some dirt, coughing violently.

"Hey, Professor Chen, can you be more careful? Your saliva’s all over my face!" I raised my unpinned arm to wipe the spit off my face.

"Sorry." Qinghan apologized, shaking his head to shake off the rubble, but ended up flinging dirt onto my face again.

"Forget personal hygiene at this point, think of a way to get us out." I reached out to push the rock pressing on his back but couldn’t move it at all.

"What’s going on? I..." He then realized the weight on his back wasn’t foam board but genuine rock, the kind requiring several hydraulic jacks to lift.

"That’s right, the good news is we’re alive, the bad news is we’ve become Sun Wukong under the Five Finger Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Qinghan reached to his side and felt around, eventually grasping something: the extremely sharp treasure sword.

Although the sword was sharp, it couldn’t be used as a hydraulic jack, but Qinghan intended to use it to carve the rock.

We were completely covered by a single large rock. I feared his method wouldn’t work; his arms couldn’t reach the top of the rock and could at most carve a few pits within arm’s reach.

"Water sphere? Water sphere?" I felt no wetness behind me, so I tried calling out to the little thing.

Huh...?

A mental signal appeared two meters away, outside the rock’s cover, filling me with joy as I asked if it could still move.

Covered in dirt, the water sphere emerged as a faint outline in the dark, crawling under the rock to reach my side.

Qinghan looked at the rocks on both sides, then handed the treasure sword to the water sphere, "Go cut away some rock over there, be careful not to get crushed, thanks a lot."

The water sphere understood, grabbing the sword that had been shortened, and crawled to the side Qinghan indicated.

Due to the naturally cracked rocks being irregularly shaped, Qinghan said that side was lighter. If some more was carved out, causing the overall weight to tilt to the other side, perhaps we could be saved.

The water sphere held the sword with both hands, enthusiastically chanting slogans while hacking at the rock’s edges.

It was short, so after carving the bottommost part, it stood on other stones to carve the top. After nearly an hour, the massive rock finally budged a little.

Qinghan urged us to exert force together, the water sphere pushed from the side, and the two of us beneath pushed upward. After counting down 123, the three of us exerted force simultaneously, and the gigantic rock finally tilted toward the lighter side. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

According to Qinghan’s arrangement, the water sphere placed a few half-human-height stones on the side with the heavier weight, so even if the rock pressed back, it wouldn’t crush us as we rolled outward.