The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 321 - 274: The All-Purpose Employee

So things can’t be thought about too deeply. For example, if Shunfeng thinks of Yellow Springs as the bathtub of the giant lizard, he’ll spit out the water he just drank.

After struggling several tis, he finally learned to hypnotize himself, using so soil purification theory to comfort himself.

Xiangyang didn’t have so many thoughts. She drank without stress, and I had no psychological burdens either. After all, once it’s in the stomach, it gets broken down, no matter how dirty it is, it won’t upset the stomach.

Moreover, I was drinking together with them just to accompany them. Not knowing how long we’ll be stuck here, if I didn’t eat or drink, they’d find it very strange.

After seven consecutive days, Shunfeng’s beard had grown quite a bit, but there was still no movent above.

The always optimistic Shunfeng started feeling low, likely due to hunger, to the point where he didn’t even have the strength to talk.

I instructed Shunfeng and Xiangyang to stay on the helipad, lying on the boat to conserve energy. anwhile, I went to Yellow Springs daily to fetch water and catch bugs to grill for them to eat.

However, living creatures were scarce in this place. They could only have one al a day, and it barely filled them. If things continued like this, they could only hold out for a month at most.

"Senior..."

At night, while keeping watch, I heard Shunfeng call . I jumped onto the wooden boat where he was sleeping and saw him taking sothing out of his chest.

"I... I’m not going to make it, please... please deliver this to my parents back ho. Tell... them that their son... is a Demon Suppressing Warrior."

Technically, it had only been a week, so Shunfeng shouldn’t be at the end of his rope, plus his pulse was stable, though a bit weak.

After arranging his affairs, I lowered my head to see what he was holding. It was a soil-yellow scale, as large as a palm, presumably torn from the lizard’s body.

Such a large scale showed just how big the lizard was. If he told others that he fought with such a giant lizard, they’d certainly think he was boasting.

"Dream on. You aren’t dying yet. Although I’ll keep your last words, now go back to sleep." I took the scale from his hand, mounted my palm over his eyes, and brushed down, closing his eyes for him.

As it turned out, he was just groggy; by the next morning, he awoke calling for food.

The exit above the cave where the ship was docked wouldn’t open, and there were no other cracks to escape. Although Xiangyang might have inherited Fajina’s regenerative power, she still needed water and food to survive.

If no rescue ca in another seven days, I would face the choice of whether to feed them blood, as I did on the Shell Ship.

This was the last attempt, a desperate asure. Of course, I hoped I wouldn’t have to face such a choice.

As day by day passed, Shunfeng and Xiangyang lost all their strength. The initially fine sumr camp had turned into a journey of death.

Before falling into a coma, Xiangyang softly called to her side, telling the stories her grandmother passed down to her, the stories interrupted and sotis inexpressive, ending with her asking if I was the person in the story.

She said her family had passed down this story for generations, from mother to daughter, or grandmother to granddaughter, a story about longing for their holand.

Stories are just stories, mixed with untrue elents, and a bunch of won slashing each other all day is hardly sothing to be rembered.

If Fajina concocted these tales for her descendants, she might have already beco senile and unclear-minded.

If I weren’t part of this ’beautiful kingdom’ Xiangyang ntioned, I might have believed this slightly nostalgic, yet lancholic and sad story.

But for children, stories too cruel and bloody are inappropriate. Like fairy tales, the darkness must always be turned into sothing beautiful.

On the sixteenth day of being trapped, watching the severely weakened Shunfeng and Xiangyang, I silently decided to let them leave their fate to chance.

Previously, feeding blood to Chen Qinghan and the others maintained two forces in balance within . Now, I’ve turned green again; if I feed Shunfeng blood, the outco is unpredictable.

Chen Qinghan’s constitution is undoubtedly different, allowing him to successfully fuse with my clan’s blood. But Shunfeng is different; he’s just an ordinary person. Feeding him blood amidst an unbalanced power could have consequences worse than Cong Zhibo’s.

As for Xiangyang, she might inherently have my clan’s bloodline. Supposedly, she should be able to rge with my blood, but then she’d beco my bloodline’s inheritor. Yet, one person can only have one bloodline inheritor; more would result in instinctive competition, uncontrollably attacking and tearing each other apart until the number dwindles to one.

This might also be why my clan is daily engaged in infighting, born as repellent individuals with no ntal racial cohesion, united by interest and divided because of it.