The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 240 - 241: Only Complementarity Can Last

Chen Qinghan spread out the map, where special marks had been made, indicating the location of the town, the road into the mountains, and the poachers’ campsite.

There was a stack of photos clipped to the map, likely taken at the campsite, showing several slashes on the tent, but the tent door was still zipped shut.

The people inside never thought of coming out; it was something from the outside that slashed the tent and hauled them out.

Ordinary animals couldn’t do this, and the tent wasn’t deformed nor were there drag marks, suggesting that when the people were pulled out, they didn’t struggle violently. If they were like the elderly, in a weakened state at the time, with no ability to resist, it would make much more sense.

There were a total of four tents at the scene, with each tent containing three sleeping bags, indicating that the poaching team should have twelve members.

After thoroughly reviewing the route and search area, Chen Qinghan advised us to go back to the house and rest early, as we would set out at dawn tomorrow.

It takes half an hour to drive to the forest, and another hour to walk up the mountain. If things don’t go smoothly, we might have to camp on the mountain.

There’s camping gear in the car trunk, and before Gan Quan went back inside, he added me on WeChat, saying he had something to send me.

Soon after, I received a PDF file named ’Illustrated Guide to Monsters from the Four Seas and Eight Deserts’.

The first page featured a vertically formatted title in ancient script, with the author’s name signed as ’Gaàn Bài Shang Fēng’.

Each subsequent page contained detailed illustrations and annotations of various monsters, vividly drawn in color.

The annotations were quite thorough, detailing everything from the monster’s measurements to its heritage up to eighteen generations, date of death, cause of death, whether it left descendants, if its spouse remarried, meticulously written clear as day.

After browsing a few pages, I went back to check the author’s name and suddenly realized that this booklet was evidently a collaboration between Gan Quan and Xiao Changfeng—’Gaàn Bài Shang Fēng’ is a combination of Gan Quan and Xiao Changfeng!

One page depicted Minos, the mythological creature from the Olympic Country, with a human body and bull head, the King of Crete.

These two, while denying the creature’s existence in reality, wrote about it so intensely in the booklet.

The family tree is elaborately written, and scanning through the dense list, I discovered there are newborns still being added to his lineage.

Oh my god, these descendants likely have no clue who their ancestors were, but Gaàn Bài Shang Fēng kept track for them.

It’s absolutely terrifying on deeper thought!

Gan Quan’s online name is Ershiyi, which is easy to guess, but his avatar is a close-up of a shovel—the shiny silver steel head with a blade that resembles an arrowhead, edges gleaming menacingly, with blood grooves on both sides. This thing could definitely shovel someone to death.

I hadn’t finished looking at the guide when another friend request popped up on WeChat. I clicked it open and saw an online name ’Last Night’s Changfeng’, with an avatar of a particularly artistic night sky—stars scattered across the air.

One subtly sinister, the other breezy and carefree—no wonder this duo has maintained collaboration for seven years; their personalities complement each other perfectly.

Gan Quan was straightforward and blunt, only sending me the file without uttering another word.

Xiao Changfeng added me wanting to see if there was anything I wanted to know. They heard this was my first time seconded for such a task and wanted to look after me, a newbie.

Though their communication styles differed completely, their intentions were the same.

Grateful, I chatted with Xiao Changfeng for a while. They didn’t know my true identity, nor my real situation. Chen Qinghan fibbed that I’d trained since childhood in Qigong, possessing Protective Hard Qi Skills like Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, making ordinary weapons unable to harm me.

Xiao Changfeng said he could also do some martial arts, asking from whom I’d learned Qigong. To devise a lineage would be tedious, so I simply replied, ’Self-taught genius’ with a smug gesture!

Fortunately, Xiao Changfeng didn’t probe further, merely sent a thumbs-up emoji and then bid goodnight.

I don’t need sleep, so I opened up Galaxy’s chat window alone, telling her that once this task concludes I might swing by to pick up something.

Within seconds she replied: Welcome.

Then she sent over a string of numbers, suggesting they were coordinates.

I asked her how things were at the tomb she’s residing in, whether there were traps, poisonous insects, or fierce beasts.

This time it took her a few minutes to respond, and she sent over a bunch of photos.

The angles of the photos were extremely odd—taken from the ceiling, floor crevices, hidden behind walls—to truly achieve a comprehensive view.

The photo content depicted the layout of the tomb, far clearer and more detailed than the house brokers’ pictures posted online.

Did you take all these?—I asked.

Puppets.—Galaxy replied.

You’re still playing with those things; I believe you shouldn’t be called Galaxy anymore, now there’s a name that suits you perfectly, Master Lu Ban!—I quickly typed a message and sent it.

My IQ is 2500.—Galaxy replied with a pushing-glasses emoji.

A carpenter with an IQ of 2500, you’re impressive.—I replied with a wicked smile.

Galaxy was notorious among our kind as ’absolute’; no one dared to provoke her. If someone poked her head with a finger, she’d break all ten of theirs.

Such an individual actually had a little-known hobby—doing carpentry!

The little wooden puppets she made could move like living humans, yet this wasn’t considered an important invention for our kind, merely viewed as toy making.

However, nobody played with toys in the clan, or rather no one valued such trifles, thus this hobby of hers, if disclosed, would only lower her status, and her lofty noble image could collapse instantly.

Thus, only a select few knew, including myself.

Nowadays this hobby barely matters, since the clan is scattered, she need not keep up appearances at the ancient tomb, and it seems she’s restarted her old craft, making toys again.

I couldn’t help but imagine her ’playing’ in the ancient tomb—an ageless, immortal woman sitting in someone else’s coffin, carving wood with a rasping noise, surrounded by dancing puppets, with ceiling-hanging puppets applauding, and a wooden toy train circling the coffin chugging along...

Reviewing the photos, the ancient tomb didn’t have any sophisticated traps or mechanisms. Well, maybe those Tomb Robbers who ’delivered’ a cell phone to her were scared to death by this sight!

There’s also a chance she’s not become good-natured, so we can’t rule out the possibility that the Tomb Robbers screamed upon fright, then were exterminated by her.

Just as I thought of this, a photo popped into the chat—pitch-black background with a huge face marked by a peculiar smile right up against the lens—it was a wooden carved doll’s head, with eyes resembling black holes and corners of its mouth curled up in a smile.

Isn’t it cute, hehe—Galaxy