The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 90: More People Arrive

Jerry looked like a wilted eggplant, gazing at the walls surrounding the square, seemingly contemplating climbing up for a stroke of luck.

Chen Qinghan didn’t stop him, as after all, it was the shortcut out, and currently the best escape route we had thought of.

Jerry put on special gloves, allowing him to cling to the wall like Spiderman. As he turned, my attention was caught by his buttocks.

"Is your ass cold?" I asked, controlling my expression. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"A bit cold, perhaps it’s the low temperature here." Jerry replied quite seriously.

"Hahaha~ Hahaha~" I tried my best, but I couldn’t hold it in and burst into a Zhou Xingxing-style laughter.

Chen Qinghan elbowed my shoulder, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

He had no choice but to rummage in his backpack, pulling out a coat to hand to Jerry, letting him wrap it around his waist.

Jerry was bewildered by my laughter, later realizing something, and touched his own buttocks, only to find two large triangular tears in the back of his pants.

I laughed and sang, only to have Chen Qinghan slap me.

"Hey, what are you doing? Heart Piercing Palm, huh?" I rubbed the spot on my back where I was slapped and glared at him.

"Stop messing around, you go up there with him." Surprisingly, this sinister and bloodthirsty man named Chen Qinghan pushed me forward.

Jerry was clinging to the wall, seemingly seriously searching for a crack to squeeze into.

This big guy, not only fond of crying, had the heart of a child. I put on special gloves and climbed up to him, seriously asking, "How did you become colleagues with Pete and the others?"

Jerry blushed, still unwilling to meet my eyes. Seeing him like that, I wanted to laugh again, feeling no guilt as the culprit.

Yes, the large tear at the back of his pants was likely my handiwork, certainly caused when I pulled him out of the hole and ripped it.

"We... my brother is their sponsor."

"Oh~ so that’s how it is." I didn’t press further, quickly climbing to the top of the square, coming to a position beneath the dry corpses, then fired a flare.

The explosive light illuminated the top space, where there were hundreds of bodies, all entwined with tree roots.

The dense tree roots not only wrapped around the bodies but also pierced into their flesh. Some had turned to bare bones, while others were still mummified.

This indicated their deaths happened at different times, the styles of their clothing also reflected the sense of different eras.

"It’s the cannibal tree, Jerry, don’t..."

"Ah—help!"

Before I finished speaking, Jerry was grabbed by a tree root that suddenly swung down, lifting him upwards.

Jerry clung to the wall like a gecko, tightly against the surface, attempting to avoid being dragged away.

I freed a hand, swinging the folding shovel to cut the root that was dragging him.

But as soon as one was cut, countless others extended down. There was a safety rope and buckle he was secured with on the wall. I kicked him down with a foot.

But he was too heavy, and the buckle on the wall was pulled off by his descending weight. Luckily, one in the middle held for a few seconds, preventing him from crashing directly to the ground. After some cushioning, he was in a free fall again, and this time Chen Qinghan leaped and caught him.

The roots did not continue to chase him, from my observation, the roots only pursued to a distance of five meters, retracting beyond that.

Jerry finally broke into sobs in Chen Qinghan’s arms, crying out that I was too terrifying, practically a fascist.

I clearly saved his life, yet he slandered me, who had previously approached me kindly, now nestled in Chen Qinghan’s arms, whimpering. Men truly are just big jerks!

"That’s enough, why are you crying!" I waved the shovel and started chopping at the tree roots. Two big men watching below while I, a weak woman, did manual labor, where’s the justice in that~

Jerry was already emotionally unstable, and once his emotions found an outlet, they couldn’t be stopped, his sobbing and tears went on endlessly.

Chen Qinghan didn’t know how to comfort him, so temporarily let him hold on. While chopping at the tree roots, I laughed: "Hehe, your range of peach blossom destiny is pretty wide, huh, ah, when will the mandarin ducks end their embrace, and the orioles are watching the fun from the sidelines, Professor Chen’s blessings are not shallow. Oh oh oh oh~"

"Shut up, and get to work." Chen Qinghan barked at me.

Only doing work without speaking, what kind of contractor is this!

I focused on chopping the roots of a tree, first to see how high we were from the ground. These roots treated me as ’invisible,’ no matter how much I chopped, there was no reaction.

The corpses wrapped in the roots fell, giving Jerry another scare. He must have had little contact with death, so when his teammates died one by one, his mental defenses collapsed completely.

I’ve seen people like him, often filled with anticipation for so-called ’adventures,’ typical idealists, but when faced with life and death in brutal realities, they are the least composed.

If he learns from this and never ventures out again, perhaps over time today’s scares and hits would be washed away by time.

Or he could keep participating in such activities until his heart grows numb, like mine and Chen Qinghan’s.

I chopped away the tree roots and waited for a while to see if they could regenerate, discovering no sign of regrowth, I continued using the shovel to dig the soil.

This time digging around the tree roots, removing the soil around them, perhaps this tree could come down, or part of it at least, that way we also had a point for climbing leverage.

"Little Fu, if not, use fire." Chen Qinghan yelled from below.

"Don’t move!" An abrupt voice interrupted my actions.

I looked down holding the shovel, from the ground hole emerged a gun.

The voice was a woman’s, but unfamiliar to me. When she climbed up from the ground hole, I confirmed I hadn’t seen her before.

She wasn’t part of Pete’s crew, and four other young girls followed her up, all dressed uniformly.

They wore black shorts and vests, with a mark tattooed on the left arm.

The same as the ones on the Sakura people, it seemed they were linked to that faction too.

"You up there, come down!" These five girls dressed identically, using the same weapons, even looked similar, only differing in hair length. The one who called out had her hair piled into a big bun, so I decided to temporarily call her a Bun.

Chen Qinghan didn’t have a gun, Jerry had used all his bullets on the caterpillars, the corpses devoured by them probably had guns, but soaked by their corrosive fluid, they were likely scrap.

But the newcomers held five guns, so I had to heed their words, retreating from the wall.

"Where’s the person in the coffin?" Asked the girl with waist-length hair in a ponytail.

"No one, just a big pile of dung." I answered without pressure.

"I’m not in the mood for your jokes, hurry up and speak!" The girl with shoulder-length hair said, hitting Chen Qinghan’s back with the gun butt, making him stagger forward.