The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 52: Villains Everywhere

Knowing that my tomb was called the Heavenly Maiden Tomb is something I learned only recently, and I haven’t really thought deeply about whether my clan still exists in the world.

"This doesn’t have much to do with me; I’ve never thought about it." The people who love ’living alone’ probably don’t have much collective consciousness, even if the ’Heavenly Maiden’ group still exists, I’m not interested in joining them.

"If we could find them, maybe our problems would be solved."

"Nowadays people use satellite navigation and satellite phones, so even if there are descendants of the Heavenly Maiden Clan, the old tech of the compass must be obsolete. Who uses those old brick phones when there are smartphones!"

"That might not be the case, who knows, maybe the technology of the compass is more advanced than satellites?"

"Things from thousands of years ago, don’t be ridiculous, but... the ship I remember was very different from ancient ships."

"Don’t overthink it, or your head will hurt again, quickly go to sleep."

"It’s nothing, I found that empty thoughts like this don’t cause me pain, maybe it’s only when I look at or touch real objects that it hurts to recall."

This precisely shows that my guess is correct, my brain definitely has issues.

Chen Qinghan is knowledgeable and has seen a lot, he knows way more than a homebody like me who only knows how to watch TV dramas in the tomb, so chatting with him is better than my own wild speculations.

"Professor Chen, do you think it’s possible that there are mechanisms in my brain too? You have a lot of friends, do you know any authoritative brain experts? I see doctors nowadays use machines to see inside the brain."

"I can make contact, but are you sure you want to undergo such an examination?"

"Oh, right, what if my brain is still like a dried walnut and it gets exposed during the examination."

In today’s law-based society, it’s best not to engage in murder to silence others.

"Your matter can’t be rushed, first, let’s resolve the thing that came out of the tomb."

"It got blown up and still didn’t die?"

"Don’t you think it might be—"

Before Chen Qinghan finished speaking, his watch started ringing. Yes, it was the watch, not the phone.

He pressed the side of his watch, and immediately a man’s voice came through.

The gist was that they cleaned up the factory and the surrounding area but found no remains of any creatures, only the residual tissues of Miss Scream.

In other words, they didn’t find any evidence of Eyes of Golden Flame’s death.

"We’ll set off tomorrow morning to the safe house," Chen Qinghan said, ending the call and looking at me.

"Okay." I don’t need to sleep every night like ordinary people, but Chen Qinghan does. Although I have many more questions for him, they can be postponed. Looking at his slightly tired face, I chose to end the conversation.

After a while, Chen Qinghan’s breathing became light and steady, I figured he had fallen asleep.

To talk about him as a person, his identity is quite mysterious, he gives me the impression of a scholarly 007.

Only their ’battlefields’ are different; Chen Qinghan’s work seems closely related to the Heavenly Maiden Tomb.

And the big villain Mr. Cheng is definitely searching for him all over the world, possibly even putting a bounty on his head.

I wonder how much bounty Chairman Cheng would offer. In my backpack, there’s a ’Face Changing Skill’ manual left by a tomb robber, which, when translated into modern terms, is actually special effects makeup techniques.

I wonder if drawing a fake head could earn me some money...

Thinking about money, I remembered my backpack is still in the van. I’ll hand over its contents to Chen Qinghan once we reach the safe house to help me sell them.

It’s impossible to wander the world without money; I can’t rely on Chen Qinghan’s support forever.

When we arrived at the Uninhabited Village, it was already dawn. Chen Qinghan woke up automatically after only three hours of sleep, and his biological clock seemed more precise than a watch.

The first light of dawn touched the snow-capped mountain peaks as Chen Qinghan drove us along an endless road.

He drove into the city, and by the time we were entering, it was already morning. I thought the safe house would be in the city, but he only rented two sets of diving gear from a salvage company.

I don’t know how he negotiated; I stayed in the car and didn’t get out. Then he drove us out of the city, this time heading towards more desolate areas.

The Tibetan Area has no sea but does have rivers. Can diving in a river ensure survival?

"Chen, where are we actually going?" Even the most beautiful scenery gets dull after a while. From sunrise to sunset, we drove on the highway for nearly 12 hours.

"The place doesn’t have a name; we can only follow the coordinates." He said as he raised his wrist to show me his watch.

The watch he wore serves as a communicator and also has a navigation function. The constantly changing numbers on it are what he referred to as coordinates.

"The world is indeed amazing," I muttered as I drew my gaze back.

Initially, there were other vehicles on the road, but by sunset, there were no other cars to be seen. After the sun went down, Chen Qinghan drove the car off the road, and only continuous mountains were in sight, no trace of people or even birds.

I suddenly had the illusion that perhaps the safe house he’s talking about is built in another world.

At exactly 10:15 pm, a different scene finally appeared before us. I saw a bonfire dancing in the wind in the distance.

Chen Qinghan noticeably paused upon seeing the bonfire and slowed down the car.

"Not people you arranged?" Picking up on his surprise, I asked.

Chen Qinghan shook his head, stopped the car but didn’t turn off the engine, and grabbed the big treasure sword I had given him from the back of the driver’s seat.

He didn’t hand over this sword, perhaps because he’s more used to it.

With his high-risk profession, the benefits and perks should be pretty good. For every duel, there’s probably a bonus handed out, and this sword might just be his mission reward.

"Calm down, calm down, maybe they’re just tourists. Don’t scare people." I felt Chen Qinghan’s reaction was a bit overdramatic—just because a bonfire appeared in the wilderness doesn’t mean there are evildoers.

"Watch out for yourself." Chen Qinghan didn’t heed my advice and jumped out of the car.

We are now in a symbiotic relationship, strategic partners. Since he got off the car, I had no reason to stay and spectate.

Getting off the car with Chen Qinghan, a few people were walking toward us. Seeing them, I felt like I was about to eat my words—I might just get slapped in the face; these people could really be evildoers.

Regarding the outside world, I may be ’ignorant,’ but over the thousands of years, I haven’t done much else other than interacting with tomb robbers, and I’ve developed a sort of mysterious familiarity with people in this line of work.

Despite their outdoor sports attire and amicable smiles, their ’aura’ was very different from that of ordinary tourists and explorers.

"Little brother, are you guys lost too?" The lead was a weathered-looking middle-aged man, his smile likening him to an honest, harvest-celebrating farmer.

But there was a particularly intense aura about him—the aura of the Underworld.