The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 261 - 254: Domestic Life in the Tomb
"Absorb the essence of the sun and moon, inhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
"Isn’t that Sun Wukong?"
"Have you heard of the ginseng doll?"
"Nothing is allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the nation."
"Just health maintenance," Galaxy shrugged, "Sunbathe in the morning, moonbathe at night, practice Tai Chi on a picturesque hill."
"Nonsense." By her explanation, it’s at most for keeping fit. We can survive in oxygen-deficient environments without eating or drinking because we’re born with an internal ’battery’. This thing is equivalent to our heart; each person has one, and once the energy is used up, we die.
Our race has spent thousands of years without finding a way to replenish its energy, and the pursuit of immortality is not exclusive to humans.
Among the few of us who can live for thousands of years, it’s because we naturally have more energy in our ’hearts’. Someone once tried to gain longevity through ’heart’ transplants, but each heart is of a different type, and if it doesn’t match with the person, they would die instantly.
Every one of us is different; there have never been identical people among us, and, therefore, our race has never had twin sisters.
"Just joking." Galaxy paused, frowning and asking, "Why aren’t you laughing? Is it really not funny?"
"Everyone has their strengths, don’t force yourself." Seeing her serious question, I answered her seriously.
"I’m reading this." She lifted a book she had been holding since she opened the door, but she had been holding it rolled up; now she turned the cover for me to see.
"People with a Sense of Humor are More Successful" – Why Humor is the Key to Success?
"You read this in the tomb?"
"Not just this. The Complete Guide to Success."
"Why are you learning this?"
"To adjust my mood."
Adjust what? Boosting oneself? Yet she remained as calm as ever.
Clearly, after thousands of years, I couldn’t understand her anymore.
Galaxy led us through the winding passages of the tomb, which were maze-like. Every doorway had three doors: a large one in the middle and smaller ones on each side.
Sometimes, Galaxy led us through the left smaller door, and sometimes the right. Seeing how familiar she was with the layout of this tomb, I suddenly felt a bit ashamed.
I have idled away a thousand years in my own tomb, yet got lost as soon as I left the main tomb chamber, while Galaxy knows another’s tomb like the back of her hand. How can the distance between people be so vast!
"How big is this place anyway?" We had passed through the third door but still hadn’t reached the main tomb chamber.
"Just winding," Galaxy reverted to her usual succinct speech when not telling jokes.
"What’s your plan? Do we have to reach the main tomb chamber to discuss it?"
The tomb grew deeper, with walls decorated with strange images of Evil Ghosts or monsters. Normally, murals in ancient tombs would fade unless in a sealed environment. However, since Galaxy moved in, she often sent out puppets, and Tomb Robbers frequently visited. The air in the tomb was now ample, yet the murals showed no signs of fading, remaining vibrant as if freshly painted.
"Nice, right? I painted them." Galaxy did not answer my question; she reminded me when she saw me staring at the murals on the wall: "The paint’s not dry, don’t touch."
"How tasteful," I complimented insincerely.
Galaxy’s taste has always been unique. Someone who treats creepy puppets as ’cute’ would naturally find Evil Ghosts and monsters appealing, which isn’t surprising.
What surprised me was that she would graffiti in another’s tomb, adding a ’liveliness’ to her living environment. She once pursued ultimate simplicity, with walls and floors painted entirely black, a black bed, black furniture, and dressed in all black, moving like a floating head when she returned to her room.
She’s changed now; she decorates her abode with colorful Evil Ghost murals. She no longer seems to be the black-loving King I once knew.
"!" Galaxy suddenly raised her hand to stop Chen Qinghan ahead, "Someone’s here."
As soon as she spoke, a square hole opened above us, and a person fell through it. Galaxy moved forward, Chen Qinghan stepped back, creating space for the person to fall to the ground.
"Ow, ah—" After the person dropped, their backpack followed, landing on their head.
We were separated front and back by him; the scene was a bit stiff. He lay in the middle of the passage, groaning and rubbing his head. For Chen Qinghan to pass, she would have to step over him, as the passage wasn’t wide.
"Excuse me," Chen Qinghan said gently.
The person was rubbing their eyes and initially replied, ’Oh, sure,’ but then opened their eyes to look at Chen Qinghan, their eyes widening like big goldfish.
