The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 243 - 244: It’s So Hard to Suck Up

Nonsense, I love small animals the most. Even in the tomb, I’d say hello to any gecko crawling on the wall. How could I ever mistreat a cute dog?

As for those that aren’t cute and even bite or attack people, I just kill them straight away, never mistreat them!

"Hiss~ In the departnt, I’ve only t the captain and Baozi. Who’s spreading such false rumors about ?" I noisily finished my rice that was as dry as porridge, muttering to myself.

Is the modern workplace really this cold? Spreading rumors without even eting soone?

"I think he ant showing off your affection." Qinghan said unapologetically as he finished the shredded at I gave him.

I looked at my empty lunchbox and then at the at in Qinghan’s box, suddenly coming to the realization that Xiao Changfeng must think I’m saving the at for Qinghan out of frugality!

Such injustice~ If I could eat normally, I would have snatched the at from Qinghan’s box long ago, wouldn’t let this demolition-generation guy get it so easily!

During the recent holiday, Ke’er revealed to Qinghan’s wealth history. I finally understood why he has so many houses. It’s because his grandparents, parents, sister, aunts, uncles, and even himself all have properties under their nas.

And now all of those relatives have passed away, and he is the sole inheritor of several fortunes, a stroke of luck amid misfortune. Over the past decade or so, the old houses have been gradually demolished, naturally making him a bona fide mber of the demolition generation.

Hearing Ke’er say this, I was puzzled, the more I listened, the more I felt he was like a solitary star cursed, or else it’s a curse on him. The whole family has such short lives, leaving him nothing but money.

Ke’er reminded that there are quite a few girls who wish to marry Qinghan and share his fortune, and they don’t find it difficult at all, even if Qinghan wasn’t rich, they could still live off his looks.

Poor girl, she reminded because she lives in a web of lies created by and Qinghan, so she wanted to beware of the passionate she-wolves around him.

Ke’er might not know her Professor Chen that well, who has unmatched vigilance against she-wolves. Thinking of Miss Scream, Qi Xiuyuan, and the fake ng Qingyu, wasn’t each defeated by him?

I once suspected he might not like won, but after secretly observing, I discovered he might just not like people.

He is gentle and polite with people, yet clearly distant, as if he draws a line with a smile, crossing that line causes him to turn hostile.

Due to Bi Shi’s words, and so misunderstandings with Ke’er and the others, I have deeply reflected, hence a thought sprung: Qinghan probably doesn’t see as a person, he harbors an inexplicable grudge against living people, unable to cross that line to establish an intimate relationship with anyone.

So he is more willing to confide in a zongzi, caring for her, being nice to her. For him, it might be ’safer’ to be friends with non-humans.

"What are you thinking? So serious?" Qinghan placed a lamp beside the pitched tent.

After finishing the al, Xiao Changfeng and Gan Lu each crawled into their tents to sleep, leaving just sitting on the rock lost in thought.

"I was thinking about sothing quite terrifying."

"Oh? Sothing that scares you? That’s rare, tell about it." Qinghan ca over and squatted next to .

"Are you... thinking of marrying soone like the Centipede Woman?"

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you don’t like humans, and just thinking of you tying the knot with Dongchongxiacao freaks out a bit."

"Oh, seems like... you know too much, that’s not good, not good at all." Qinghan’s tone was flat, a gentle smile on his face, yet he resembled a psychopathic killer from a movie who can eat breakfast while listening to music right after skinning soone.

"I’m sleepy." Maybe influenced by movies, seeing his deanor gave the creeps, like the protagonist is about to die, run!

"The buyer just sent the money, I was about to transfer it to you." Qinghan took out his phone but then made a show of putting it back in his pocket.

"Sleep? My nightlife is just beginning, hurry up and transfer the money. Once I have enough for a down paynt, I’ll start looking at houses."

Ever since the tomb collapsed, I haven’t had a place to return to, feeling unsettled. No matter how much I wander, I need a ho, right?

And no matter how many houses Qinghan has, they’re not mine. Temporarily staying for free is fine, but ultimately it’s not a long-term plan.

"I’m tired, I’ll transfer it tomorrow." Qinghan seed a bit unhappy, packed up his phone and got up to leave.

"Co on, it’s just a minute. I promise I won’t say you like Sea Demons again!"

"Who do I actually like, Centipede, Dongchongxiacao, or Sea Demons?"

"None of them... none of them are worthy of you. A figure as extraordinary as Professor Chen, only... the Ten Thousand Eyes Demon Beast or that prehistoric monster that eats submarines like dates could match—" Oh no, Chen Beast’s smile is becoming more ’benevolent’, praising soone to the skies is too hard, my money...

Just as I was pondering how to make up for it, his expression suddenly changed, looking seriously towards the direction of the small river.

Our campsite wasn’t far from the riverbank, close enough to hear the water flow.

Holding our breaths to listen carefully, it seed like there were footsteps in the direction of the riverbank. It was just getting dark, not yet ti for the nocturnal creatures to co out.

Qinghan called out to Xiao Changfeng, and the two of them first went to check by the river, returning after about ten minutes with soone on their arms from the riverbank.

This person looked like a muddy monkey, reeking of a foul odor I’m all too familiar with — the stench of a corpse.

His steps were unsteady, he couldn’t stand up straight, looking very weak.

Qinghan and Xiao Changfeng helped the person over to the pile of rocks where we ate, brought him water and food, and as soon as he saw the food, he desperately grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Xiao Changfeng asked him how he ended up like that, whether he needed us to call the police or a rescue team for him.

The man shook his head imdiately, indistinctly saying he was just lost and as long as he found the river, he could find his way down the mountain.

He claid to be a hiker, went into the mountains for an adventure alone, accidentally fell into a ditch, and sprained his ankle. He waited for two days until his foot was better before crawling out.

What kind of ditch could make you sll like a corpse?

Xiao Changfeng exchanged a glance with Qinghan, signaling with his eyes towards the man’s shoes.

The shoe style wasn’t particularly special, just high-top hiking shoes, but where the sole t the shoe, there was a circle of greasy substance.

Qinghan knew Xiao Changfeng was suspicious of the man’s identity, and he took over the conversation, asking if his backpack was still in the ditch. If it contained important items, we could help retrieve it.

The man hastily said it wasn’t necessary, his backpack contained unimportant items, and he said he had his bicycle hidden by the roadside. He could ride down himself and didn’t want to trouble us.

A normal person caught in a situation in the mountains for days would at least borrow a phone to call ho for peace of mind or hitch a ride down the mountain to handle wounds or rest at a hospital or hotel, yet he, who struggled even to walk, talked about riding?

Therefore, the feeling he gave was that he didn’t want to make a fuss and wanted to quickly shake us off and head down the mountain.