The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 228 - 229: Overthinking Is Wuyong
"That’s a kind of pill developed by the pharmacy, which can temporarily suppress the human aura. Taking one before entering a tomb saves a lot of trouble."
I remember he once took a pill while climbing ropes in the tomb with Jerry, which could lower body temperature. The pharmacy’s meds are indeed unique.
"Strange..." Bi Shi shook his head, "If you’re in a symbiotic relationship now, why doesn’t he have the aura of our clan?"
"Cong Zhibo doesn’t have it either. Isn’t it said that non-clan creatures can’t become inheritors? Someone in the clan experimented with that before." I scratched my head, feeling a bit confused.
"Therefore, I don’t completely agree with Otuna’s viewpoint," Qinghan said.
"What do you think the situation is?" Bi Shi asked.
"It should be my problem," Qinghan pondered, "My physique, or rather... our sibling’s physique, is unique."
Indeed, Otuna’s consciousness survived by residing in Chen Xiaonuan’s corpse. I think she originally just sought a temporary ’place to stay’, not expecting her consciousness would integrate so well with Xiaonuan’s body and even change Xiaonuan’s appearance.
Consciousness alone shouldn’t generally alter a host’s appearance. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
So, the Chen siblings are indeed unique. I’m not a biologist or geneticist, and I don’t understand such things, but I understood one thing.
"So, after all that’s been said, I can shoot a VLOG, right?"
Qinghan walked over and flicked my forehead, "Your focus is off. Aren’t you afraid we’ll perish together?"
I understood what Qinghan meant. Whether or not we’re in a symbiotic relationship, he might very well be the only one who could kill me. If he decided to use explosives to take me down with him, our joint descent into the Yellow Springs might not be just a dream.
"The question is, why? We’ve had no enmity in the past, nor grievances recently. Our friendship sails smoothly, so why suddenly talk of mutual destruction?"
I once asked myself if I trusted Qinghan too much, but he never disappointed me, not even during the Otuna incident. We hadn’t discussed anything beforehand, but when he spoke those powerful and innocent words, I knew they weren’t from his heart.
My mind turned afterward, realizing he might plan to infiltrate ’Big Bamboo’.
Though he said nothing, I believe he wouldn’t want his sister’s body inhabited by another, denying her peace.
"I think Professor Chen means... he’s now your vulnerability. Maybe you should find a way to sever your symbiotic relationship," Bi Shi said, propping her chin, her eyes seriously set on me.
So that’s what she was contemplating all along.
Qinghan didn’t deny it, facing me with equal seriousness. With both of them looking so earnest, I had to consider it for a while.
Otuna once tried to persuade Qinghan to seize the Karmic Fire. Though he was acting at the time, it indicates that he could confront me if he truly wanted.
That’s also what Otuna hinted at: if Qinghan were controlled by someone else and they urged him to harm me, I’d indeed be in danger, potentially lethal.
Qinghan seems concerned this might happen, prompting me to take it seriously.
This must be why our clan isolates two individuals during the bloodline inheritance process, for most lack super regenerative abilities or Undead Bodies.
"Well, you should hide somewhere for a while. Once the initial phase is over, you’ll be fine." The initial phase is roughly 12 months. Qinghan could take a long leave due to poisoning and eyesight issues, recuperate at home for a year, and the ordeal would be over.
"Wait, the initial phase requires periodic blood offerings. Without giving blood, the inheritance fails." Bi Shi remarked.
"Does failure affect both parties?" I asked.
Concerning bloodline transmission, our clan imparts less knowledge than an elementary health class, representing ’mystery’ and ’danger’. Clan members mostly avoid the topic.
Even those who complete the transitional period rarely discuss the process afterward, and nobody proactively inquires.
Inheritors aren’t compulsory for us; they don’t contribute to population growth. Instead, it’s about finding someone to pass abilities onto, akin to martial arts novels’ power transfers.
But while novels say interrupted transfers cause backfire, we don’t know what happens when bloodline transmission breaks.
Bi Shi shook her head gently; she seemed equally half-informed on this topic.
Thanks to Otuna, my long-buried memories are resurfacing. Yet, they’re so distant, they feel unreal—like they happened in another realm, akin to a past life.
Sea winds caressed my face; Bi Shi sat beside me discussing bloodline issues with a stranger—such surreal scenes belonged to a bygone era.
"Why the smile?" Bi Shi asked puzzledly.
Only then did I realize I was grinning, but I kept smiling. At this moment, I especially wanted to capture a selfie, commemorating this wondrous instance.
"Nothing, just feeling happy."
Bi Shi gave a clueless glance, Qinghan sat beside me, relaxed, and casually said, "Whatever will be, will be."
Him speaking with such a tone was adorable, making my smile widen. Gazing at the distant sea horizon, I delightedly exclaimed, "Look, sunrise!"
No matter how noisy the night, it eventually passes, the sun rises, and a new day is never late.
For the problems we can’t yet solve, worrying is pointless. Better to cherish the present, embracing the beautiful time.
"Seems like... you’re really not planning revenge." Bi Shi chuckled wryly.
An abrupt comment—my eyes narrowed contemplatively, "Revenge? If an opportunity arises, seize it. If not, let it go. No need to concoct chances for vengeance."
’Buddha-like’ approaches are trending now: ’Buddha-like girls’, ’Buddha-like bosses’, so I might as well adopt ’Buddha-like revenge’.
"Alright! Professor Chen, about the antiquities you unearthed, please ensure their complete protection." Bi Shi half-jokingly entrusted me to Qinghan.
"You’re kidding, right? Who’s protecting who? With my unmatched mini King Kong, I’m more than self-sufficient."
Bi Shi’s sentimental remark caught me off-guard; her words hinted at an impending farewell.
"Aren’t you filming? I can make a cameo. When you shoot a series, I’ll host it for you."
Bi Shi and Qinghan simultaneously replied ’Sure’, though Qinghan’s response was slightly delayed—answering the prior topic.
