The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 252 - 251: Don’t Come Any Closer

Qinghan obviously just ca out of the water too, completely soaked. He seed fresh, having just been fished out and sent straight to the ’restaurant’.

The injured person on the stone platform and another one hanging on the wall weren’t so fresh, looking like wilted vegetables left for half a month.

The scream exhausted his last bit of strength; now the person on the stone platform had stopped breathing.

Qinghan shouldn’t have any major issues. I first walked over to the person barely clinging to life, reached out to check his breath, and indeed, he was taking in more air than he was letting out.

Looking at his clothes, they’re the sa style as Li Chengming’s; they are most likely the missing poachers. These people have only been missing for a few days, yet they look worse off than Li Chengming, who’s survived just by drinking water.

The life force in the living had almost dried up.

I shook my head, turned, and walked towards Qinghan only to find him staring at as if I were a stranger, his gaze full of caution and defensiveness.

Suddenly, he strained his arms, and the ropes binding him broke and fell. The ropes used by the greedy snake seed woven from fine vines, and should be quite sturdy.

Now he doesn’t recognize anyone, and just seeing his mouth move makes my face subtly ache.

At this mont, inspiration struck. I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Having just fallen in the water, this phone was likely ruined again; it feels like fieldwork is no burden but a drain on phones.

Though the phone was broken, the case remained intact. This phone case was custom-made by Ke’er. Earlier, to celebrate my on-screen appearance, the first thing I did with my phone was take a photo with Qinghan.

And I turned this historical photo into a phone case, carrying it around every day. Right now, it could prove my identity.

"Chen, look at this. I’m soone you know, a familiar face. Calm down, and keep a tight hold on your tongue." I held up the phone, letting him see the picture engraved on the case.

His gaze first landed on the phone case, then moved quickly across my face, pausing for two seconds overhead, as if doing a comparison. But the reference, it seems, was the Blue Lotus hairclip?

"Yes, yes, the sa hairclip, the sa ." Learning from past lessons, I changed the clip to a hairband, tying it directly on my hair so it wouldn’t fall off no matter how much I wrestled or crawled.

Qinghan glanced back and forth between the photo and three tis. His gaze sowhat regained clarity but still didn’t recognize .

"You better not have amnesia. We don’t do lodrama. Don’t expect to play along with your incurable disease!"

This remark had a significant effect. Qinghan imdiately laughed—his eyes showed that he recognized .

I was about to relax and chat with him about familiar topics to guide his mory back. He suddenly took a big step forward, kissed on my face still bearing teeth marks, and while I was stunned, gave a fierce bear hug. In the end, he lifted under my armpits!!

"Ah—" The groundhog scream erupted from three beats too late.

Darn kiss, hug, and raise up high—my brain couldn’t handle such complicated information and could only swear to express the nuclear explosion-like emotion right now.

My scream imdiately attracted the greedy snake outside the door. It surged in with a victorious deanor, "Hahaha... gotcha... you—what are you doing? No, you should strangle her, not under the armpits!"

"Did you control him?" My brain was still oscillating from the aftershocks of an eighteen magnitude earthquake. Seeing the greedy snake’s confident position, I thought it had driven Qinghan crazy.

"Hahaha, no, it’s our ancestors’ ancient will controlling him. The ancestors will protect us and eliminate all enemies opposed to us."

Oh, so the mouths on the Big-headed Bird’s wings are the ancestors... of the greedy snake.

"Ah—" This scream ca from the greedy snake, who was laughing heartily. Qinghan seed to find it too noisy, briefly frowned and aid a dagger at its tail.

The dagger sliced off the rattling ball on the tip of its tail. That spot might be the snake’s vulnerable point; once the rattling ball fell, the blood gushed out like a faucet turned on full blast.

I took the opportunity to try to escape Qinghan’s ’grasp,’ even suspecting he was indeed possessed by an evil spirit.

The greedy snake’s scream drew more of its kind. All the doors in the corridor opened, one by one, blocking the room’s entrance while shaking their rattling balls.

The rhythm of their tail-shaking sounded quite familiar; it seed like a Christmas song, what’s it called? Jingle Bells?