The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 47: Crying Like Laughing

The entire factory vanished on the horizon with a rising fireball, just like shooting a movie, so extravagant...

Big moves, everyone’s making big moves, whether chasing or protecting. And me, the person involved, feels so low-class!

Only now have I pondered seriously on something. Spending thousands of years in the tomb, it seems I don’t have any special skills.

Being able to take a beating isn’t much to brag about, am I destined to be both poor and useless since ancient times?

Qinghan sat in the front passenger seat, the driver was a young man without expression, with outsiders present, it was inconvenient to ask about the Heavenly Maiden Tomb.

The jeep drove far, yet the sound of helicopter rotors could still be heard. After listening for a while, I realized a helicopter was tailing our car.

But using the word "tailing" seems a bit inappropriate; the correct term should be escorting.

Qinghan promised not to reveal my identity, and if he hasn’t broken his word, those escorting us by helicopter are most likely Boss Lu’s people.

Currently, Boss Lu’s situation is unclear. Qinghan feared she might suddenly harm people, so he tied her hands.

Through my clothes, I touched the ’tattoo’ on my arm. The situation was urgent a moment ago, so I didn’t have time to think much. Now the factory is blown up and Boss Lu is unconscious, making this tattoo the biggest problem.

I saw with my own eyes how Boss Lu mutated inside the Gate of Death. It is known that the person clinging to the basement door was her, and the liquid that dripped through the door slit and gathered into a blood-red lotus definitely flowed from her.

Now that the liquid has transferred to me, will I go mad and mutate like her?

If I had known I’d end up like this, I shouldn’t have binge-watched the "Alien" series the past few days.

In the back seat, I kept rubbing my arm, scratching my chin, and rubbing my stomach, feeling utterly uncomfortable, as if sitting on needles.

"What’s wrong? Not feeling well?" Qinghan asked me, glancing through the rearview mirror.

"Huh? Oh, maybe there are lice in the basement, nothing serious, I’m used to it."

To my surprise, the jeep didn’t head to the nearest hospital. After driving for over twenty minutes on the highway, a convoy with an ambulance in the middle was waiting by the roadside.

Qinghan got out and exchanged a few words with a middle-aged man. Two medical workers in white coats came from the ambulance and took Boss Lu away.

After the conversation, Qinghan asked me to get off. The jeep that brought us immediately turned around and left.

Boss Lu was also escorted away by the convoy into the distance, leaving only Qinghan and me standing on the roadside, facing the winds.

The temperature at night was low with stars all over the sky and winds howling lightly. We stood on the road, with no village ahead, no shop behind, and even the helicopter that just escorted us had left.

Of course, these weren’t important. What’s important is I didn’t bring a power bank when we ran out, my phone only has 7% battery left, and there’s no signal in this area!

What fun is left in my mummified life if I can’t use my phone?

This place is desolate, not even a bag to pick up, not a single trash bin in sight, I’m thoroughly deflated.

I squatted by the roadside, staring sadly at the starry sky, while Qinghan acted as if nothing happened, fiddling with a small gadget.

He handed over the basement equipment’s monitoring data along with Boss Lu, yet didn’t mention my affair. Maybe I could trust him a bit more.

Trust in someone can be shown through addressing. I’ve decided to change how I address him to close the gap a little.

"Chen, are we still going to that safe house you mentioned?" After living for a thousand years, calling him Chen shouldn’t be considered seniority, and it sounds more intimate.

"We need to wait for a response from the factory. Are you cold? Someone will come to pick us up soon." Qinghan said as he took off his coat and offered it to me.

I pushed the coat back. I didn’t feel cold on the snowy mountains, so this bit of wind and frost is nothing.

Hearing that someone was coming to pick us up made me both happy and worried. Judging by the time, the ’virus’ in my body was almost about to manifest. Electronic devices can’t capture my image, but for now, my hands haven’t changed.

I looked up at Qinghan. He was still fiddling with that little box.

I imagined myself suddenly leaping up to bite him. With his reflexes, he should be able to dodge the most fatal attack. But if I were to suck his blood dry like Boss Lu, it wouldn’t matter which part I bite.

"What? Need to use the restroom?" Qinghan is quite observant, but unfortunately, he completely misinterpreted my intentions.

I was clearly in a contemplative state, yet he thought I needed the toilet. I suspect he has night blindness.

"Chen, is Boss Lu’s illness contagious?" I didn’t dare directly say the virus had passed to me, planning to probe indirectly.

Besides the ’longevity’ illness, I’ve never caught any sickness, not even a sneeze despite living for so long.

Whenever I saw news about infectious disease outbreaks, I thought about spraying some disinfectant in the tomb. If I knew which tomb robber had a high fever, I wouldn’t even pick up his bag.

But that was just psychological. I truly don’t know if I can catch infectious diseases.

The ’Red Lotus’ is different. It’s straight in my arm now. Forget disinfectant, drinking poison might not even help.

"It shouldn’t be, but we need to wait for the final results from the test report." Qinghan seemed to sense something, continuing to ask:

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"No, but we... we’ve both been in close contact with her, I’m just worried..."

"Don’t worry, she might have just been controlled by the Nine Nether Flower. Known murals describe that the Nine Nether Flower isn’t infectious."

"Oh, that’s good then." I nodded, pretending to be relieved, but inwardly, I was deeply troubled.

The Nine Nether Flower has abandoned Boss Lu and come to control me. If I tell Qinghan about this, he’d definitely hand me over for quarantine.

"What are you laughing at?" Qinghan looked at me in confusion.

I told you he has night blindness. My face, still distraught with tears, doesn’t show even a hint of a smile!

"I want to return to the ancient tomb." It’s said when elephants sense they’re about to die, they leave the herd to find a solitary place to die. Perhaps such an ending isn’t bad.

I don’t want to end up like Miss Scream, chased and blocked by people, bursting into fireworks.

"Didn’t you just come out? Besides, that tomb has already collapsed... are you homesick?"

No, I just want to go back to wait for death. I don’t want to die outside; a leaf must return to its roots, so must a mummy.

"Ah~ Chen, let me tell you something. I’m telling you because I trust you, so don’t betray me."

"What is it? I won’t betray you, I promise."

"I might be dying soon, maybe mutating in a while. Be careful; I might go mad at any time." I said and rolled up my sleeve, raising my arm for Qinghan to see.

"... Are you allergic to dairy?" Qinghan examined my arm seriously, then asked earnestly.

I turned my head to look, and the blood-red lotus tattoo on my forearm had vanished, leaving only the marks after a Nutriday drink had dried up, still with crumbs of bread, with a faint scent of fruit and milk.