The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 267 - 256: Leaving

The young man looked surprised, perhaps he didn’t expect the person who seemed the most normal to be friends with me, who was the most abnormal.

"Oh, can I wait? Wait for you all to leave together after your therapy session?"

"Actually, we’re done, but my friend’s condition isn’t great, and I want to discuss the next treatment plan with her."

The young man seemed puzzled by Qinghan’s words, sounding fine yet unclear upon closer thought.

"What’s... her illness?" The young man finally looked at me seriously.

"Indigestion."

Qinghan’s words left the young man momentarily stunned, clearly missing the deeper meaning.

Unaware of the circumstances, he couldn’t grasp what Qinghan meant.

For those unfamiliar with the situation, Qinghan’s explanation seemed like a perfunctory lie.

Because even eating greens three times a day wouldn’t turn someone green.

Though Qinghan spoke the truth, it was a truth not understood by outsiders, naturally he wouldn’t divulge details to strangers, and the young man didn’t probe further.

The tomb chamber door opened again, a group of masked individuals, armed with real weapons, stood outside.

They appeared as if they had just finished a live-action outdoor CS; their backpacks were like the young man’s, with ropes, shovels, and flashlights showing they were well-equipped.

The group seemed slightly taken aback by the scene inside the tomb chamber; Wang Datou mentioned earlier that the key was snatched by someone named ’Cold’, referring to them.

"Where’s the coffin?" the burly man leading the group asked gruffly as they entered.

He didn’t ask who we were or what we were doing, only the question he was most concerned about, treating us as if we didn’t matter.

"Split open." Galaxy answered the Tomb Robber’s question without hesitation, which was unlike her style, possibly because she had extorted them often over the years, so she treated them with notable warmth?

"And the tomb owner?" the burly man continued questioning.

"Cremated." Galaxy answered without having glanced at them.

"This one went through the Gate of Purgatory?"

The masked men parted, making way for a person behind the group; he didn’t wear a masked hood but a mask, and it was a dark floral mask made of gold and silver threads.

He was the one asking the question, and the person he referred to was me.

What did he mean by that? I pondered before realizing he was implying I resembled an Evil Ghost??

"No." Qinghan seemed a bit angry, replying in a stiff tone.

Then he asked Galaxy if there were any other ways to restore me to normal. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I agreed to retrieve the weapons for them in exchange for their help resolving the sustainable use issue with Karmic Fire; now if she says it’s unsolvable, there’s no reason for me to continue working for them.

Galaxy paused her work, thought for a moment, and said, "Land of Origin, she knows."

"Alright, thank you." Qinghan turned, walked over to pick me up again, then said to the young man, "Let’s go."

Their oblivious conversation annoyed the masked men, the burly leader raised an arm to block our path.

"Our business isn’t finished, no one can leave."

"Madam Zongzi, it’s them, they’re the ones who stole the key to steal your treasure!" Liu Laonian suddenly sat upright, pointing at the masked men and shouted.

"Dear sirs, there’s no treasure here, you see, let us go, we promise to keep our mouths shut and won’t mention a word about this place to anyone." Wang Datou pleaded naively to the masked men.

The young man seemed wary of the masked men but remained silent, neither seeking help from Galaxy nor begging.

Though unable to see the face of the masked person, I felt he was watching Galaxy.

Galaxy finished carving the wood’s outline, looked up at me and said, "It’s on the way."

Her words were succinct, but I understood her; I nodded and gestured to Wang Datou and Liu Laonian, "Let’s go."

These two petty thieves don’t deserve to die; if left behind, they might not survive, taking along two more people isn’t troublesome for us.

Seeing our casual attitude, completely disregarding his words, the burly man who blocked Qinghan was about to unlock his gun, but was stopped by the masked man behind him.

"Let them go." The masked man raised his gloved hand in a wave.

In the midst of a hot day, he surprisingly didn’t mind the heat, wearing fingerless leather gloves, not fearing eczema on his hands.

With his command, the burly man naturally obeyed, holstering his gun to let us pass.

Liu Laonian’s legs were weak, probably knowing his life hung by a thread, his legs were powerless with fear; Wang Datou carried him tightly following behind us.