The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 38: Timid and Unlucky

My little calculations were clicking away, causing Boss Lu’s people to stare at me with suspicious eyes.

To them, being forced to re-enter the Gate of Death was a tough task, and I shouldn’t be humming a ditty, corners of my mouth lifted.

"The Leng Family is really something else."

"I heard she lived alone in the Heavenly Maiden Tomb for several years."

"Never heard of such a tough character from the Leng Family."

"True warriors don’t show off, and those who show off aren’t true warriors. Maybe she’s an invisible force cultivated by the Leng Family."

Once down the hole, I led the way, while the people behind me were discussing my true identity in what they thought was a low voice, though I could hear them clearly.

But no matter how hard they rack their brains, they can’t guess who I am.

The question of who I am has been asked by many tomb robbers, who come from all over, some finding ancient tombs through geomancy, some purely by carpet searches.

But the common point is they don’t know my true identity. Of course, tomb robbers aren’t archaeologists; they’re curious but won’t study it deeply.

A few crazy ones asked me while chatting, and I’d still count on them to tell me.

No one who went into the tomb ever saw an explanatory text like a tombstone or an epitaph.

The walls of the main tomb chamber are blank—no murals, no writings, not even half a totem symbol.

I figured, those who buried me didn’t intend to ever come back and sweep my tomb.

But that was all in the past. Nowadays, I’ve escaped the tomb, have a new name, will have new identities, and becoming someone with status is within sight!

I walked into the Gate of Death with a joyous mood, while Boss Lu’s men hesitated a bit before entering.

They secretly glanced at me, guessing their hesitation had something to do with me.

I didn’t understand, so I urged them, and their faces grew stranger.

After hesitating for several seconds, they put on a brave face and stepped in.

"Don’t be afraid, there are no monsters inside; Boss Lu might’ve gotten lost." I intended to lead them into the Black Forest and get thrown out the same way before, to shake them off.

Even though my tone was extremely ’kind’, they were incredibly tense, shoulders stiff, backs hunched, and I worried their guns might go off at any time.

As we walked a bit further, someone suddenly turned his head and shouted behind him, "The door, the door is gone!"

The person beside him slapped the back of his head, annoyed: "We’ve walked so far, it’s normal for the flashlight not to reach, stop overreacting, you coward."

I noticed that these people who stayed on the surface were less brave than the batch that followed Boss Lu into the tomb; perhaps that’s why Boss Lu left them on the surface.

Being timid was one thing, but also unlucky; just after he scolded his teammate, Boss Lu’s communicator rang.

The static crackled in the dark space, shocking the person holding the communicator as if they had been electrocuted.

’Ssss... help...sss...me...’ The communicator sounded on its own, and a woman’s voice came through.

But the voice was particularly sharp, like an opera singer hitting high notes.

Everyone except me huddled their shoulders; they had confirmed this communicator was Boss Lu’s; if it was her calling for help, what was she using to send a signal to her own communicator? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

This question could only be answered by her men, so I looked at the person holding the communicator and asked, "Does she have any other communication equipment?"

The expression on the person holding the communicator was like holding a hand grenade with the pin pulled; hearing my question, they paused for two seconds before saying, "No, no, she only has a spare walkie-talkie."

"Hello? Boss? Where are you?" Out of the group, there’s always a leader, seems like whoever’s holding the communicator is the leader, but no one else wants to say anything.

I saw fear in their eyes, a feeling I’m all too familiar with.

’At...sss...you guys...sss...head—’

The communicator suffered interference, the static was loud, so no one heard the last part clearly.

"Did she say she was ahead of us?"

"She must be; she can’t be behind us, right?"

"Are you sure that’s the Boss? The voice is so fine; we can’t be certain, don’t make another mistake."

The eight people started disputing, from location to authenticity, arguing whether the ’person’ on the communicator was truly Boss Lu.

I looked ahead; I didn’t see the shadow of the Black Forest. When we came in, we had already reached the woods by now, but at this moment, I didn’t even see the shadow of a tree.

It seems the space within the Gate of Death is more unpredictable than the ancient tomb. Based on location, the mine and the tomb are on the same mountain, but the Gate of Death is under a neighboring mountain.

They are in the same neighborhood, trapping with the theme of ’change’, uniform in style yet uniquely different.

"Miss Leng, what do you think?" Boss Lu’s men suddenly turned to me.

With the plan to lure them into the Black Forest failed, I had no choice but to use a more extreme method to shake them off.

"I think, what I’m going to say... don’t be frightened, be mentally prepared."

"Speak, don’t underestimate us."

"Alright, what she said was... she’s above you!" I exaggerated the last word’s pronunciation and suddenly pointed up with my index finger.

Perhaps truly scared, none of them reflexively looked up like normal people would.

The stiffness in their necks showed they didn’t want to look up, but rather didn’t dare to.

Drip—drip—

Transparent liquid dripped from above, aptly falling onto their foreheads, shoulders, or the backs of their hands.

Everyone expresses fear differently; some instinctively flee, some get angry, some cry, and some have their legs go weak.

I had originally hoped they would flee, leaving me to retrace my steps and shake off the two groups.

But coincidentally, their response to fear was weak legs, trembling like they’re dancing some social tune.

"Ah—" This scream didn’t come from the eight men but was a sharp female voice.

Now they had no choice but to raise their heads and face reality, looking up.

Then they saw a woman hanging upside down, swooping down; that face was undoubtedly Boss Lu’s.

Boss Lu’s eyes carried no rationality, like a frenzied beast. The droplets that dripped earlier were her saliva.

In such a state, she was clearly out of her mind; she came down and hugged the nearest subordinate, biting him on the neck.

The others screamed and dodged away; some plopped down to the ground, others ran further away.

Even with my limited interaction, I could sense what kind of person Boss Lu was. She was unlikely to go mad from a little shock.