The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 354 - 289: Sudden Death

I recognize these characters; they are not from any other language but our Blood Mother’s language.

It says on top that this hall belongs to a lost civilization, and before it was destroyed by another civilization, sothing was hidden here.

Nanduo got it and used it on herself. Seeing Nanduo’s na appear there doesn’t surprise at all. Her boyfriend’s tomb is built above the hall, so she definitely ca in here before.

I continue reading. The reason she left behind ’records’ is what truly interests .

Nanduo wrote that she wasn’t sure whether the result of using that thing would be good or bad, but it was a desperate act in an urgent situation.

If the result is terrible, and if she has lost her senses, she hopes that the kinsfolk who read these words can give her a quick end.

The tribe believes she is dead, so who would co to such a hidden place to find her?

If they’re not looking for her, why would she believe that her tribesn would co to this hall?

Nanduo’s job in the tribe is to dig ancestral graves. Often, when digging their own ancestral graves, they occasionally uncover others’ graves or relics of other civilizations.

So, does she think the tribe will eventually discover this place and co in to explore?

"Why can’t we handle it ourselves?"

"I’d like to see who dares to move!"

After reading Nanduo’s ssage, I heard soone standing by the platform arguing. Before I could crawl out from under the platform, the sound of a box shattering rang out, with pieces scattering to the ground, and the parts inside falling everywhere.

Then, a person fell to the ground clutching his head, and his companions called out his na, crouching down to ask what happened, but he didn’t respond; he was already gone.

Liang Ruidong snorted coldly, saying this is retribution.

The one who collapsed had been on Moli’s side. They smashed the box and ended up killing one of their own, so now everything quieted down.

However, Moli just said that every success is prefaced by failure. Without the spirit of sacrifice, how can one achieve ultimate victory?

So even though soone died, Moli’s side remained undeterred in their resolve to break more boxes.

On Lilith’s side, seeing that they still wanted to continue smashing, she imdiately reached out to stop them, saying that with a live example on the ground, anyone who dared to touch the box would have to bla themselves.

But Moli’s side argued that they had already lost a colleague, and if they gave up now, that person’s sacrifice would be in vain.

"Are you guys crazy? This proves that smashing the box results in death, and you still want to smash it? A collective suicide?"

"Our teammate can’t die in vain."

"What do you an? You want us to be buried with them?"

"I didn’t say that. Maybe his death was just an exception. He was weak, the weakest among us, so his reaction can’t represent everyone else."

I felt that Chen Qinghan’s team mbers had been successfully brainwashed by Moli, determined to smash all the boxes.

What good does that do her? In the end, it would just an more people dead—wouldn’t she be held accountable when she returned?

I nudged Chen Qinghan, who was watching the spectacle, showing no intent to stop their infighting.

"If this goes on, none of them will get out." In the ’last words’ Nanduo left earlier, I found the location of the exit. It’s actually quite simple; the exit is just below the stone platform.

The vertical shaft has no steps. The workers who built this hall back in the day couldn’t have used a vertical shaft for construction—it might have even been built after the hall and then reshaped into a shaft.

So there must be another passageway for them to transport materials back and forth. But the way below the stone platform is blocked by a large rock, like self-moving stones in ancient tombs.

We must activate the correct switch for the stone to move and the exit to reveal itself.

I’m sowhat unclear about Chen Qinghan’s intentions, unsure if he wants these people to keep fighting, so I kept quiet about the exit.

On Lilith’s side, she has Liang Ruidong and Old Zhao. The three of them can handle the others without much trouble. After all, having been hungry for days, the other team’s physical strength was at a disadvantage.

Sure enough, when it ca to a physical altercation, the hungry team was no match for the rescue team.

They were quickly subdued and tied up with ropes. Lilith instructed Liang Ruidong to go ahead, while she would explain the situation to higher-ups that the trapped team mbers lost control, and under a loss of rationality, extre asures had to be taken to ensure their safety and that of others.

With a life lost, Lilith’s version of events was more convincing, though those tied up remained defiant.

Liang Ruidong was ruthless with the n but gentle and courteous with Moli, primarily displayed in the way he tied the ropes. He only tied Moli’s hands, and they were tied in front, while the others were tied up like zongzi.

Does he think Moli isn’t aggressive? In my mind, a question mark appeared.

On the surface, it seems that way—Moli hadn’t raised a hand, nor had she said much provocative speech, but I could see she was actually the ’leader’ of that team.

Shouldn’t the leader be given focused attention?

At this mont, Chen Qinghan tugged at my sleeve, his gaze fixed on the tied-up people, whispering to to find a chance to play dead.

Those involved in the death had all been tied up; what opportunity would I have to suddenly drop dead?

I looked at the knife on the ground, contemplating a plan to fake tripping and getting stabbed to death, but I thought it wouldn’t work. A stabbing would an I had to bleed; I’m invulnerable to knives and guns, and truly bleeding just for a charade seed too valueless.

The most convincing cause of death now would be breaking another box.

But I am not affected by the boxes, lacking a necessary connection between us.

After thinking it over and over, I ca up with sothing, so I spoke loudly enough for others to hear but still deliberately subdued, telling Chen Qinghan, "Hurry and think of a way out; I’m out of antidote."

Chen Qinghan cooperated imdiately, looking tense: "You didn’t bring more with you? How much longer till the poison kicks in?"

"Sigh, I thought we’d wrap things up soon, so I didn’t bring it with . About half an hour," I said, frowning and checking my watch.

"Captain, are you still not over last ti’s poisoning?" Cheng Xuelin overheard and hurried over to ask in concern.

"Incurable, can only alleviate it," I replied, rembering the poisoning excuse Chen Qinghan had previously concocted for , which Baozi had ntioned in the group chat, even questioning if anyone knew an antidote.

"What should we do then? This, this isn’t right, we’re running out of ti!" Cheng Xuelin raised his voice, sounding more agitated than I, the one supposedly about to die.

"There’s nothing to be done unless we find a way out now."

"Can I help?" Li Du approached and asked.

"Useless, the poison’s already attacked the heart ridian," I recited a line from a martial arts novel.

"Let take a look." Li Du didn’t wait for my consent, clasping my pulse.

A few seconds later, his face changed dramatically, exclaiming, "Your, your..."

"Right, I also feel un—" Thud! Mid-sentence, I fell backward wide-eyed, performing an on-the-spot feigned death.

"This, this..." Li Du was montarily startled, probably not expecting to drop dead so abruptly.

"Captain!" Cheng Xuelin exclaid, sounding utterly stunned by my sudden demise.