The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 232 - 233: Fellow Seekers of Lost Relatives

Chapter 232: Chapter 233: Fellow Seekers of Lost Relatives

However, as we entered the borders of Savadika Country without proper documentation, Qinghan still went to the local police station to explain our situation.

The Sea of Sunken Ships, Lost Ancient Country, and ancient beasts were things he couldn’t mention. He simply said we had gone out to sea with friends in Jade Country, encountered a storm, drifted to a deserted island, and were rescued by a passing yacht. Since it wasn’t on their route, they dropped us off on a freighter heading to Savadika Country. Before long, our identities were verified, and arrangements were made to take us back home.

I felt quite embarrassed because I had lost the keys to Qinghan’s house, but he said it was fine, there was a spare set. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Clothes, phones, and documents were quickly replaced, and upon returning to the country, I moved directly into his apartment in the North Suburb. This place was far from the city center but not desolate, with all the necessary living facilities fully equipped.

On the second day after Qinghan’s return, he went to the cemetery. He had said he was mentally prepared, and it was indeed the case. Next to the graves of his parents and aunt, he had also bought two empty graves without inscriptions.

No need to ask, they were surely for himself and Chen Xiaonuan. He was already prepared for his family to stay together in harmony.

He didn’t invite anyone else, just simply erected a cenotaph for Chen Xiaonuan. The pendant with the character "warm" on it was something he snatched during a fight with Otuna.

Otuna had occupied Chen Xiaonuan’s body for years. The clothes had changed, but the necklace was never discarded. Perhaps it was a predestined arrangement, preventing Qinghan from losing his last bit of sentiment.

The silent cemetery had only the two of us. Qinghan laid a bouquet of white lilies in front of the tombstone, which now had a name. Chen Xiaonuan’s photo was printed on it, capturing her youthful appearance.

Qinghan was dressed in a black suit, with even his shirt being black. He had no specific dress code for me, but since it was a funeral, I decided not to wear anything too colorful and chose to wear all white.

Like all funerals in movies, the sky was gloomily overcast, with a fine drizzle, as if the spirits were softly weeping, expressing endless longing for the world.

Qinghan held a black umbrella, while I held a white one, and we walked silently side by side out of the cemetery gates. Coincidentally, we encountered a family bringing joss paper and incense in. An elderly lady in a wheelchair suddenly pointed at us and said to the middle-aged woman pushing the chair, "Fengju, look, the black and white spirits have come to fetch me."

The middle-aged man beside them hurriedly apologized to us, "Sorry, sorry, the old lady’s a bit confused and has poor eyesight."

The vital aura surrounding the elderly lady was very faint; it seemed she didn’t have much time left.

"It’s okay." Qinghan lightly shook his head. Now he had returned to his gentle and elegant professor image.

The old lady was quickly wheeled away. Out of curiosity, I glanced back. She was still talking to the air, asking someone to wait a while for her.

"Professor Chen?" A gentle voice pulled my gaze back, and a woman in a sapphire blue shirt and white skirt appeared before us.

She might have been standing by the roadside just now. This was a parking lot, with several minivans and buses parked alongside. Perhaps she had just stepped out from one of those vehicles.

"Miss Tang." Qinghan gave a polite smile.

"Time flies; it’s already the anniversary of Uncle and Auntie’s passing. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you; how have you been?"

"I’m good, thank you."

"I went to your university to find you. They said you were on a trip. If you have some free time recently, can I treat you to a meal?"

"If it’s for Uncle Tang’s matter, then no need."

"Believe me, he really isn’t dead. I even dreamed a few days ago that he was asking for help, saying he wasn’t dead. Professor Chen, you must understand this feeling. Xiaonuan, she—"

"She’s gone. I’m here today to lay her to rest."

"What? You... you found her?"

"Yes, I found her body, but couldn’t bring it back, so I could only erect a cenotaph."

"I’m sorry."

The woman, overwhelmed with emotion, covered her mouth and ran back to a car parked on the roadside. She got into the passenger seat, where there was a man in the driver’s seat, likely asking her what happened.

But Qinghan’s mood remained unchanged. It’s this kind of person that’s frightening; the grief stays hidden and often finds an opportunity to lead to self-harm.

However, I felt he wasn’t as gloomy now. Perhaps the emotions had eased somewhat during the journey back. Time doesn’t make a wound disappear, but it can stop it from piercing the heart.

Inside the car, Qinghan didn’t rush to start the engine. He stared at the windshield wipers moving back and forth. "Miss Tang’s father was a colleague of my father’s. When we were young, her father often brought her to play at my house. She really liked Xiaonuan, probably because... Xiaonuan had hair for her to style."

"Five years ago, Uncle Tang said a private contractor hired him to design construction plans for a big project, requiring him to work out of town. But once he left, there was no further news."

I nodded silently. "So, she’s seeking your help to find him?"

Qinghan sighed, "She did find the approximate location, overseas, in the desert, that place known as the Sea of Sunken Ships in the desert. Five years cut off from the world... no one could survive. Moreover, she’s very stubborn. If I agreed to help find him, she’d definitely follow, and I have to consider her safety."

Taking amateurs on such expeditions, only the favored son of luck could come out alive. I glanced at Qinghan, thinking perhaps even the goddess of luck was one of his admirers. For him, dangerous cliffs and near-death experiences seemed like everyday occurrences.

"That’s true. If you can’t save the old, don’t drag the young down as well. If they reunite in the afterlife, they’d drag you down to thank you for reuniting them. Who knows... you might never return~"

As formidable as Qinghan was, without the Sea Demon’s help, he probably would have perished at sea this time. That delicate Miss Tang, as frail as a flower, would likely perish in the desert.

The protagonists in adventure films are indeed handsome and always manage to escape peril, but that’s a screen image.

In real life, the truly immortal ones are us... the outliers!

After the small interlude, my wonderful life began anew. Qinghan handed over the green skull, and we were both granted a leave of absence.

The leaders had already been rescued but were still receiving treatment in a foreign hospital, and both the Shell Ship and the Undead Heart were confiscated.

The water globe followed the leader without being exposed, and the authorities were unaware of its existence.

Qinghan’s leave just meant he didn’t have to undertake special assignments, but he still had to attend to matters at the school.

His elusive teaching style surely won the affection of many students.

As for me, I was completely free-spirited, spending my days at home playing on my phone and going out to scavenge at night. I particularly enjoyed the feeling of walking through the city’s streets and alleys, even in torrential rains. There were no traps or monster bugs to fear; I could wander freely, however and wherever I pleased~

"Hello? Chen? I’ve fallen into the sewer. There’s no cover here, I’m not hurt, but my access card got swept away. Can you bring the spare one over? I’m at three hundred meters east of the main gate, below the second trash can, at the bottom of the stairs. Hurry up." The TV show I booked online is about to premiere!