The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 235 - 236: Old Acquaintances with a Sudden Change of Style
"An Xi-sama, did you ever think your name would now stand for ’go die’?" This message was followed by a sly smile emoji.
This person, from their avatar to emojis, was all about manga girl images, with the online name ’Dark Lolita,’ and threw in a ’sama’ at every turn, mimicking the tone of Sakura anime characters. It seems like after a thousand years, she’s been deeply influenced by modern otaku culture.
"Yoho, it really is An Yuzhi, who saved you? I want to pay homage!" A voice message popped up from someone named Nicholas Zhaosi.
Well, they still remember that silly leaderboard. But now there’s a new term, they’ve started calling me An•Straight Girl of the Universe•Xi.
I never thought our names were anything special. Sachima means cloud, Zhaosi is wild horse, and my An Xi, translated in our clan’s language, means ’night.’
Little did I know that after such a long time, our names would change too, and now they all sound like a joke!
Thankfully, my online name is Fuqu and not Larva. But these days, I’ve been constantly bombarded by Baozi and Ling Ke’er, and under their strong protest, I changed it to Not Cold Fuqu. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"The one who let her out is a really handsome guy," Bi Shi suddenly interjected.
"Handsome? Humph (*￣m￣)"
"A guy? Damn!!"
"Cross-species love, burn at the stake," the last message bubbled up from someone with the screen name Galaxy’s Big Boss.
Her real name is Galaxy, so this name should be understood as ’Galaxy is the boss’?
I feel like there’s a generation gap between us, and why are they all in Huaxia?
No way, what does a guy saving me have to do with cross-species romance?
I’ve only just entered the group, and they’re already twisting my mind. This wasn’t their vibe before; even if a mummy was well preserved for three thousand years, they’d change less than them.
"What romance, we’re just colleagues." I quickly explained, as Galaxy’s Big Boss is someone who means what she says. I don’t want her showing up to torch my house.
"What’s going on with you all, why are you in Huaxia?" I quickly changed the topic.
"The economy here is booming! Humph~"
"It’s a densely populated country, hehe."
"It’s safe to go out at night here..."
"Speak plainly~" I rolled my eyes at the screen.
"Hiding." The three replied in unison this time.
This was the most surprising answer for me. The three of them together are ten thousand years old, what could they be afraid of?
"Hiding from what?" I immediately asked.
"Being hunted down, super fierce~" Sachima sent a scared emoji.
"Someone wants to steal our abilities; they are teaming up to hunt us down."
"Yeah, hiding away."
I asked, "Where are you hiding?"
I was just curious. Where in Huaxia could they hide from their kin’s search? Maybe I could also hide there in the future.
"Loess Plateau, hehe."
"Grasslands, humph~"
"Snowy Village..."
"Europe."
"Not you, move aside." Of course, I know where Bi Shi is; she posts on social media every day.
Even though these three are in the same country, Huaxia’s vast territory means they’re hiding all over, so they probably don’t meet up often.
I asked them why they were hiding in Huaxia, wouldn’t the others find them?
They said it’s because those three places have special geolocation that can mask their presence.
But there’s one downside: people have claimed the spots, building tombs there first.
"So, you’re all hiding in ancient tombs now??" I was even more surprised.
"Humph~"
"Exactly."
"√"
"Why are you separated, being in one tomb together would provide company."
"A special spot can only fit one coffin, and I don’t want to squeeze in with those two stinky women."
"Isn’t it a bit crowded if the three of us squeeze into one coffin? Who’s on top, who’s below? Haha."
"Rejected."
"Report, someone’s driving!" Bi Shi jumped in again.
Chatting with them gives me a headache; mainly, I haven’t yet adapted to their new personas.
These three guys enjoy noble status in our clan because they’re descendants of the legendary first ancestors, essentially inheritors of the inheritors.
Once, they were the cold, ruthless, and absolute trio. Though it sounds like a male character setup from a modern romance novel, it’s very fitting for them.
Now they’ve turned into pouting weirdos, laugh experts, and enthusiastic chat participants.
"Are you just going to hide like this?" I voiced my doubts; how could the three of them treat those who covet their power so gently?
"We don’t have Karmic Fire’s loyal weapon, humph... sigh..."
"Xi, can you help us retrieve our weapon? Big rewards await!"
"Save the kids."
I want to drag Bi Shi out for a good beating; she brought me into this group, not for a catch-up but clearly planning for me to run errands.
"No way, I’m a working person now, finally got a break, don’t think of making me run errands." I firmly refused.
"Perfect, earn some extra cash during your vacation, sigh!"
"If you sigh again, I’m leaving the group." I really couldn’t take it anymore.
"Humph!" Sachima sent a little angry emoji with hands on hips.
"By the way, you all are in tombs, and your phones have internet?" I questioned again.
"We’re near the surface, like basements," Zhaosi replied.
"Where did you get the phones?" I asked.
"Found them, in recent years, tomb raiders have become rampant; some are quite amateurish."
"Yeah, we can always find phones and portable power banks. The solar-powered charger I found last time was super useful. If you come across this brand, definitely use it; it’s truly awesome! Humph..."
"Agreed."
I stared at the chat, suspiciously rubbing my chin, "Where do you get phone credit and data from?"
"Not every Tomb Raider who disappears gets their phone number canceled by their family. As long as someone tops up, we can use it."
I snorted, "Who’s topping up for you?"
"Zongzi." The bank promptly typed two characters.
"The tomb owner," Zhaosi stated matter-of-factly.
"Yoho, Ultimate Technique—Blood Clan’s Corpse Control Magic!" Sachima sent an over-the-top edited graphic with Fakey Heroes text.
The table, I wanted to flip the table but glanced at the coffee table by the window. It’s Chen Qinghan’s furniture, can’t break it...
Chatting idly with them in the group for half a day, I finally untangled some threads. A thousand years ago, the clan split; the three of them went to different continents, living somewhat peacefully.
But later, some force wanted to seize their power, essentially like plundering the wealthy. Back then, they agreed to forgo weapons and preserve peace, sealing the weapons in an undisclosed, dangerous location.
