The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 252 - 251: Don’t Come Any Closer

Qinghan obviously just came out of the water too, completely soaked. He seemed fresh, having just been fished out and sent straight to the ’restaurant’.

The injured person on the stone platform and another one hanging on the wall weren’t so fresh, looking like wilted vegetables left for half a month.

The scream exhausted his last bit of strength; now the person on the stone platform had stopped breathing.

Qinghan shouldn’t have any major issues. I first walked over to the person barely clinging to life, reached out to check his breath, and indeed, he was taking in more air than he was letting out.

Looking at his clothes, they’re the same style as Li Chengming’s; they are most likely the missing poachers. These people have only been missing for a few days, yet they look worse off than Li Chengming, who’s survived just by drinking water.

The life force in the living had almost dried up.

I shook my head, turned, and walked towards Qinghan only to find him staring at me as if I were a stranger, his gaze full of caution and defensiveness.

Suddenly, he strained his arms, and the ropes binding him broke and fell. The ropes used by the greedy snake seemed woven from fine vines, and should be quite sturdy.

Now he doesn’t recognize anyone, and just seeing his mouth move makes my face subtly ache.

At this moment, inspiration struck. I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Having just fallen in the water, this phone was likely ruined again; it feels like fieldwork is no burden but a drain on phones.

Though the phone was broken, the case remained intact. This phone case was custom-made by Ke’er. Earlier, to celebrate my on-screen appearance, the first thing I did with my phone was take a photo with Qinghan.

And I turned this historical photo into a phone case, carrying it around every day. Right now, it could prove my identity.

"Chen, look at this. I’m someone you know, a familiar face. Calm down, and keep a tight hold on your tongue." I held up the phone, letting him see the picture engraved on the case. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

His gaze first landed on the phone case, then moved quickly across my face, pausing for two seconds overhead, as if doing a comparison. But the reference, it seems, was the Blue Lotus hairclip?

"Yes, yes, the same hairclip, the same me." Learning from past lessons, I changed the clip to a hairband, tying it directly on my hair so it wouldn’t fall off no matter how much I wrestled or crawled.

Qinghan glanced back and forth between the photo and me three times. His gaze somewhat regained clarity but still didn’t recognize me.

"You better not have amnesia. We don’t do melodrama. Don’t expect me to play along with your incurable disease!"

This remark had a significant effect. Qinghan immediately laughed—his eyes showed that he recognized me.

I was about to relax and chat with him about familiar topics to guide his memory back. He suddenly took a big step forward, kissed me on my face still bearing teeth marks, and while I was stunned, gave me a fierce bear hug. In the end, he lifted me under my armpits!!

"Ah—" The groundhog scream erupted from me three beats too late.

Darn kiss, hug, and raise up high—my brain couldn’t handle such complicated information and could only swear to express the nuclear explosion-like emotion right now.

My scream immediately attracted the greedy snake outside the door. It surged in with a victorious demeanor, "Hahaha... gotcha... you—what are you doing? No, you should strangle her, not under the armpits!"

"Did you control him?" My brain was still oscillating from the aftershocks of an eighteen magnitude earthquake. Seeing the greedy snake’s confident position, I thought it had driven Qinghan crazy.

"Hahaha, no, it’s our ancestors’ ancient will controlling him. The ancestors will protect us and eliminate all enemies opposed to us."

Oh, so the mouths on the Big-headed Bird’s wings are the ancestors... of the greedy snake.

"Ah—" This scream came from the greedy snake, who was laughing heartily. Qinghan seemed to find it too noisy, briefly frowned and aimed a dagger at its tail.

The dagger sliced off the rattling ball on the tip of its tail. That spot might be the snake’s vulnerable point; once the rattling ball fell, the blood gushed out like a faucet turned on full blast.

I took the opportunity to try to escape Qinghan’s ’grasp,’ even suspecting he was indeed possessed by an evil spirit.

The greedy snake’s scream drew more of its kind. All the doors in the corridor opened, one by one, blocking the room’s entrance while shaking their rattling balls.

The rhythm of their tail-shaking sounded quite familiar; it seemed like a Christmas song, what’s it called? Jingle Bells?