The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 304 - 268: The Unluckiest Person of the Year

I looked at the electric scooter she was riding and then at the two-wheeled skateboard she tossed to , "Is it an electric scooter?"

"No, I picked it up at the scenic area, stop being so picky."

"You ride the electric scooter yourself! The back can carry soone, you can pull along."

"Put it up here, or I’ll carry you, and let it use the skateboard itself."

I looked at Zhaosi’s electric scooter, the back seat was very small. Sitting on it with the big white bug would probably be dangerous during bumps, or it might get squished like a specin by and Zhaosi.

"Ah, how tough the conditions are." I fastened the big white bug onto the back seat with a belt, took over the two-wheeled skateboard myself, placed one foot on the board, and held the handles with both hands.

Zhaosi quickly disappeared into the darkness ahead on the electric scooter, and soon I couldn’t even see the light from the headlight.

I slid along on the skateboard by myself, trying my best to catch up. This corridor was like a subway tunnel, and along the way we t with a fork in the road. Unable to find signage, we had to split up and act separately.

Splitting up in horror movies often heralds death, indicating that a disposable character is about to die. Fortunately, even if Zhaosi and I are disposable, we won’t die, at most we’ll separately encounter so demons.

Of course, the Flying Leg Tribe aren’t demons, they might raise monsters for research, but they wouldn’t let them roam freely.

’Lab rats’ have the sa purpose across tribes, though their appearance might differ slightly...

The sensation of advancing on the skateboard was much more noticeable than walking. The corridor sloped downwards, so the skateboard sped along as if flying.

The biggest problem was the forks in the road, with no dead ends. I had no idea if I was on the correct path.

So I began to worry about where my choice would ultimately lead , hoping it wouldn’t be to the mouth of the ocean.

Another hour passed. Fifty-five minutes ago, I completely lost direction, following my intuition to get here. The corridor grew narrower, but there was a cluster of light ahead that beca my guide. When I got under it, I found it was a lamp, resembling a stairwell sensor lamp, emitting a warm orange glow.

Under the lamp was a door, a narrow tal door, with no markings or words on it.

We recognized the Fei Clan’s script. Although the relations between our clans were rely average, we did have occasional interactions and exchanged ssages until an elopent incident caused a sudden fallout.

Soon after, they went underground, and both parties lost contact. No one knows how the forr Lord Priest is doing now, if cross-species love is truly happy.

Thinking of past events, I opened the tal door before , only to find neither a bustling street nor a bustling crowd, nor a squad of weapon-wielding soldiers stopping .

The world inside the door was like an endless greenhouse. There were lights overhead, gravel paths underfoot, and large patches of green plants filled two-thirds of the view.

These green plants were divided into plots, varying in size and shape. Automatic sprinkler systems would periodically spray water on those plants that needed frequent watering.

Due to the tall plants blocking the view, I couldn’t see how large this place was. But as long as I caught a Fei Clansman, I could ask for directions.

"Hello? Anyone here? Kugilo?"

No one responded. All around, there was only the sound of sprinklers watering.

Returning to the corridor to look for another way out seed less appealing than searching here for clues, maybe even finding a map of the underground passage system.

Click-clack... click-clack...

A strange sound ca from a plot of plants. I thought, aren’t these fields fully automated and unmanned? How could there be sothing eating plants without triggering the alarm?

I walked over to the waist-high plants and saw a person kneeling among them, chewing noisily on sothing bloody. Looking down further, a gutted corpse lay before him, and what he was nibbling on was the corpse’s liver.

"Hoho..." the diner turned his head to glance at , then lowered his head and continued to eat.

How did they beco like this after thousands of years without eting?

The original Fei Clan looked strikingly like the Elf Princes in Western movies, with light golden hair and eyes, and skin so pale it reflected light, slim and frail build, described in today’s terms as: effeminate!

Of course, so saw that as beauty, a kind of gender-blurring beauty. At least my clan wasn’t interested in that appearance, with just one exception, whose current fate is unknown.

Yet now, the creature I saw resembled a radiated potato, with reindeer-antler-like potato sprouts growing on its face and hands.