The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 303 - 268: The Unluckiest Person of the Year

Interestingly, the excavation periods of this shaft show a discrepancy, as if it wasn’t dug in the sa era—the deeper you go, the older it seems.

Judging by traces at several depths, this shaft was once intentionally sealed off with various types of ’lids.’

The later explorers removed the main parts of these lids, leaving behind remnants around the edges and continued digging deeper.

I haven’t systematically studied human history, only knowing that two countries competed in digging into the Earth in the last century.

The deepest reached over twelve thousand ters, taking more than twenty years, before the plan was halted.

But what lies in the Earth Core, no one has seen with their own eyes. It’s said that the temperature of the area surrounding the core is close to six thousand degrees Celsius.

Even diamonds would lt; wanting to pass through this area and capture images of the Earth Core probably requires extrely special materials. The temperature of the sun’s surface is about the sa, so I doubt whether the Flying Leg Tribe can operate near the core.

About three thousand ters down, I stopped and looked back at Zhaosi behind , "How much longer can you hold on?"

Though Zhaosi is an inheritor of ancient masters, her internal energy reserve isn’t infinite. Whether the black smoke can support us to the bottom is crucial, because we need her to build a ladder for the way back. If she runs out of strength halfway, we’ll all fall.

"Are you day-dreaming so much that you doubt my ability?" Zhaosi glared at as if deeply insulted.

"Ti waits for no one~" I chuckled, turned around, and continued downwards.

Basically, there’s a boundary mark every thousand ters. We reached about six thousand ters in depth and saw the entrance to a horizontal tunnel on the shaft wall, wide enough for a truck to pass through.

There were no footprints on the tunnel floor—the boiler runners don’t touch the ground when they run. I’m unsure if they went inside, but the businesswoman definitely didn’t.

So she likely went upward to the surface to report and bring back reinforcents.

My body recovered just in ti; if we encounter the Flying Leg Tribe, a conflict is inevitable. Zhaosi’s strength is formidable, but we don’t know if we’re facing a small group of outsiders or tens of thousands.

"Rember, rescuing is our priority. We’re not here to provoke a fight." I peeked into the tunnel and reminded her.

"So fussy." Zhaosi pushed past and took the lead.

"Wow~" The big white insect let out a low sound.

It has a strong sense for the Flying Leg Tribe, even more sensitive than the automatic doors at a mall entrance. I’m just not sure if its level of anxiety increases with the ’terror’ level of the targets.

Whenever it senses the Flying Leg Tribesn, it trembles; when held by Zhaosi, it struggles and screams desperately. I can’t tell which stimuli are stronger for it since it has no direct contact with the boiler runners.

Zhaosi walked ahead, not looking around, her leather shoes making a crisp clicking sound on the ground.

"What do you think their ancestors were like? Why does their tribe have only n, no won? Do they have a place of origin for life too? Sigh~ Over ti, have they intermarried with other races?" My questions lined up like a string of candied hawthorn in front of Zhaosi.

We didn’t converse much a thousand years ago, let alone talked about other races. It’s strange when I think about it now.

"I think our primary concern is to find a ans of transportation."

The tunnel ahead extends to who knows where, and it’s unclear how far it goes. This isn’t an ancient tomb, and if it’s the Flying Leg Tribe’s underground highway, it could stretch for dozens of kiloters.

"I have a transport tool in my room. You keep going, I’ll go back and get it."

Zhaosi stopped, and I nodded in agreent, passing by her to continue forward.

"Leave a ssage for Professor Chen, telling him I’m heading to an area without signal to rescue soone, can’t make calls."

"Ew!" Zhaosi dragged out the disdainful tone as she walked away, soon disappearing from my sight.

"Can you co down and walk on your own?" I patted the big white insect, it must weigh fifty to sixty pounds, carrying it feels like having a mountain backpack on—it’s definitely a hindrance in ergencies.

The big white insect shook its head slightly—that’s a no?

"Alright then, just be my bulletproof vest."

From then on, I kept silently moving forward. Over an hour later, Zhaosi returned with the transport tool, and the tunnel still hadn’t ended.