The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 235 - 236: Old Acquaintances with a Sudden Change of

"An Xi-sama, did you ever think your na would now stand for ’go die’?" This ssage was followed by a sly smile emoji.

This person, from their avatar to emojis, was all about manga girl images, with the online na ’Dark Lolita,’ and threw in a ’sama’ at every turn, mimicking the tone of Sakura ani characters. It seems like after a thousand years, she’s been deeply influenced by modern otaku culture.

"Yoho, it really is An Yuzhi, who saved you? I want to pay homage!" A voice ssage popped up from soone nad Nicholas Zhaosi.

Well, they still rember that silly leaderboard. But now there’s a new term, they’ve started calling An•Straight Girl of the Universe•Xi.

I never thought our nas were anything special. Sachima ans cloud, Zhaosi is wild horse, and my An Xi, translated in our clan’s language, ans ’night.’

Little did I know that after such a long ti, our nas would change too, and now they all sound like a joke!

Thankfully, my online na is Fuqu and not Larva. But these days, I’ve been constantly bombarded by Baozi and Ling Ke’er, and under their strong protest, I changed it to Not Cold Fuqu.

"The one who let her out is a really handso guy," Bi Shi suddenly interjected.

"Handso? Humph (*￣m￣)"

"A guy? Damn!!"

"Cross-species love, burn at the stake," the last ssage bubbled up from soone with the screen na Galaxy’s Big Boss.

Her real na is Galaxy, so this na should be understood as ’Galaxy is the boss’?

I feel like there’s a generation gap between us, and why are they all in Huaxia?

No way, what does a guy saving have to do with cross-species romance?

I’ve only just entered the group, and they’re already twisting my mind. This wasn’t their vibe before; even if a mummy was well preserved for three thousand years, they’d change less than them.

"What romance, we’re just colleagues." I quickly explained, as Galaxy’s Big Boss is soone who ans what she says. I don’t want her showing up to torch my house.

"What’s going on with you all, why are you in Huaxia?" I quickly changed the topic.

"The economy here is booming! Humph~"

"It’s a densely populated country, hehe."

"It’s safe to go out at night here..."

"Speak plainly~" I rolled my eyes at the screen.

"Hiding." The three replied in unison this ti.

This was the most surprising answer for . The three of them together are ten thousand years old, what could they be afraid of?

"Hiding from what?" I imdiately asked.

"Being hunted down, super fierce~" Sachima sent a scared emoji.

"Soone wants to steal our abilities; they are teaming up to hunt us down."

"Yeah, hiding away."

I asked, "Where are you hiding?"

I was just curious. Where in Huaxia could they hide from their kin’s search? Maybe I could also hide there in the future.

"Loess Plateau, hehe."

"Grasslands, humph~"

"Snowy Village..."

"Europe."

"Not you, move aside." Of course, I know where Bi Shi is; she posts on social dia every day.

Even though these three are in the sa country, Huaxia’s vast territory ans they’re hiding all over, so they probably don’t et up often.

I asked them why they were hiding in Huaxia, wouldn’t the others find them?

They said it’s because those three places have special geolocation that can mask their presence.

But there’s one downside: people have claid the spots, building tombs there first.

"So, you’re all hiding in ancient tombs now??" I was even more surprised.

"Humph~"

"Exactly."

"√"

"Why are you separated, being in one tomb together would provide company."

"A special spot can only fit one coffin, and I don’t want to squeeze in with those two stinky won."

"Isn’t it a bit crowded if the three of us squeeze into one coffin? Who’s on top, who’s below? Haha."

"Rejected."

"Report, soone’s driving!" Bi Shi jumped in again.

Chatting with them gives a headache; mainly, I haven’t yet adapted to their new personas.

These three guys enjoy noble status in our clan because they’re descendants of the legendary first ancestors, essentially inheritors of the inheritors.

Once, they were the cold, ruthless, and absolute trio. Though it sounds like a male character setup from a modern romance novel, it’s very fitting for them.

Now they’ve turned into pouting weirdos, laugh experts, and enthusiastic chat participants.

"Are you just going to hide like this?" I voiced my doubts; how could the three of them treat those who covet their power so gently?

"We don’t have Karmic Fire’s loyal weapon, humph... sigh..."

"Xi, can you help us retrieve our weapon? Big rewards await!"

"Save the kids."

I want to drag Bi Shi out for a good beating; she brought into this group, not for a catch-up but clearly planning for to run errands.

"No way, I’m a working person now, finally got a break, don’t think of making run errands." I firmly refused.

"Perfect, earn so extra cash during your vacation, sigh!"

"If you sigh again, I’m leaving the group." I really couldn’t take it anymore.

"Humph!" Sachima sent a little angry emoji with hands on hips.

"By the way, you all are in tombs, and your phones have internet?" I questioned again.

"We’re near the surface, like basents," Zhaosi replied.

"Where did you get the phones?" I asked.

"Found them, in recent years, tomb raiders have beco rampant; so are quite amateurish."

"Yeah, we can always find phones and portable power banks. The solar-powered charger I found last ti was super useful. If you co across this brand, definitely use it; it’s truly aweso! Humph..."

"Agreed."

I stared at the chat, suspiciously rubbing my chin, "Where do you get phone credit and data from?"

"Not every Tomb Raider who disappears gets their phone number canceled by their family. As long as soone tops up, we can use it."

I snorted, "Who’s topping up for you?"

"Zongzi." The bank promptly typed two characters.

"The tomb owner," Zhaosi stated matter-of-factly.

"Yoho, Ultimate Technique—Blood Clan’s Corpse Control Magic!" Sachima sent an over-the-top edited graphic with Fakey Heroes text.

The table, I wanted to flip the table but glanced at the coffee table by the window. It’s Chen Qinghan’s furniture, can’t break it...

Chatting idly with them in the group for half a day, I finally untangled so threads. A thousand years ago, the clan split; the three of them went to different continents, living sowhat peacefully.

But later, so force wanted to seize their power, essentially like plundering the wealthy. Back then, they agreed to forgo weapons and preserve peace, sealing the weapons in an undisclosed, dangerous location.