The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 259 - 253: Sitting on the Door

Assessing the situation and acting discreetly is the way of survival for people like us.

Chen Qinghan carried me out of the forest, back to where we parked. He requested the coordinates from Galaxy and drove me away from the woodland.

Galaxy’s residence is even more isolated than River Bay Town. It’s a place rarely visited, with no nearby villages and poor natural resources; even the trees are thin and crooked, looking like they don’t want to grow properly.

The land there is probably not fertile, and no one cultivates the fields.

I once eavesdropped on tomb robbers knowledgeable in feng shui, saying there’s a method to draw the essence from a feng shui treasure and use it for oneself. Using this method to bury in specific areas ensures the corpse won’t decay for millennia.

However, if the essence is drawn by the dead, that land is ruined. Barely anything grows, and even if there are plants, they are barely alive. To put it bluntly, the land can only grow graveyard grass from then on.

Everything in the universe operates on energy, including the vitality required for plant growth. This ’essence extraction’ is akin to stealing electricity, and if the ’electrician’s’ skills are proficient, they might just steal from the neighboring building.

Undoubtedly, Galaxy is the cunning one. Others sneak in to connect to electricity, while she directly uses it. She even cremated the original tomb occupant, glorifying it as following national regulations for simpler, civilized burials.

Seeing her utter such shameless statements, I wanted to ask if her face was intact, lying in someone’s coffin, occupying their treasured tomb, and burning the original owner’s corpse.

But I was too tired to listen to her continue her bandit rhetoric. After all, we’ve known each other for years, and some thoughts are aligned...

Chen Qinghan asked Gan Quan for a scarf to cover my head, fearing drivers might see me and get scared enough to crash their cars into a ditch.

I saw my own reflection in the rear-view mirror: green skin, red cheeks, perfectly round like they were drawn with a compass.

Although my appearance was scary, Chen Qinghan’s approach wasn’t much better. The scarf he got was black, and he cut two holes for the eyes and wrapped my head entirely—this outfit seemed better suited for a bank robbery.

Truck drivers passing by inadvertently glanced at me twice, their expressions full of wariness.

Whenever this happened, Chen Qinghan would turn his head and smile at the drivers of nearby cars. Seeing that he wasn’t wearing a mask and was relaxed, the drivers knew I wasn’t a robber and he wasn’t a hostage car owner.

The car, amid misunderstandings, left the highway and turned into an inconspicuous path.

This road was evidently in disrepair for years, with a pitted surface. After a while, the old asphalt disappeared, and the vehicle was on a bumpy dirt track.

The grass in the middle of the dirt path was over a meter high. Probably it’s been ages since large vehicles passed. Maybe carriages used it before, but they’re rare now. The single wheel track suggests nowadays only motorcycles or electric bikes can pass.

Chen Qinghan checked the road ahead, calculated our distance to the coordinates, then shut off the engine, intending to carry me on foot.

"How long will it take on foot?" I hadn’t calculated the distance, but surrounded by dense forest, even a kilometer would be tough to walk.

There’s no path in the forest, just wild grass and shrubs unlike the island plants you can chop through with a knife.

"We won’t make it today." Chen Qinghan’s watch had a coordinate hint function. He checked it, took out a backpack from the backseat, and put it on my shoulder.

"Didn’t you say we’d arrive in an hour?" I stepped out of the car, leaning onto Chen Qinghan’s bent back.

"An hour by car; walking time is incalculable." Chen Qinghan adjusted me on his back, shut the car door.

"Hiding so well, no wonder no one can find it."

We traversed waist-high grass; the place was evidently deserted, with not a single narrow path visible in the forest.

Galaxy’s skill is puppet control; she sends out small puppets to handle tasks, effortlessly maneuvering through thickets or jumping from tree to tree, more convenient than our struggles.

In this scenario, we indeed seemed like seekers of medicine, crossing mountains and waters into the vast primal forest, searching for hidden Divine Doctor.

Regrettably, Galaxy isn’t a doctor; she kills rather than saves.

This time, an exchange of interests guarantees she won’t refuse to help us.