The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 359 - 294: Doctor

Although the clan has declined and dispersed, at least it hasn’t gone extinct, which ans our ’birthplace’ still has ’reproductive’ abilities.

Moreover, the group responsible for delivering newborns still has people continuing the work.

Previously, He Su told Bi Shi that she had a plan. Bi Shi agreed to participate after hearing it but didn’t reveal the details of the plan. Even now, Bi Shi doesn’t intend to let know. However, she told she gathered her kinsn precisely for this plan.

She assured that their plan wouldn’t harm others or cause a stir. It might make the social news but would quickly be forgotten.

She was mysterious about it, so I didn’t press on. I just asked her to help find a clan doctor to check if Qinghan’s condition was normal.

During the days I was out, nothing happened to the breakfast shop, and the business was quite good.

After resting for two days, I returned to work at the archives. Although nothing else spread from my trip, the news of my ’reconciliation’ with Qinghan quickly made the rounds.

There were various versions. Baozi even wanted to have a candlelit chat with , which I tactfully declined.

This matter can’t be discussed in detail. To do so would expose the truth...

Letting people speculate can maintain so elusive mystery; their self-derived reasoning seems more credible.

The work at the archives had piled up for a while, so handling it typically took from morning until closing, with less than an hour of rest a day.

This surprised the new colleague, who asked if I was a robot, sitting all day without eating, drinking, or going to the restroom.

I thought to myself how careless I was to get absorbed in work and neglect my identity cover, so I quickly made excuses, saying I only felt stomach pain after work.

The next day, I hurried to resu my normal ’eating, drinking, and other routines,’ putting on appearances before continuing work.

A week went by like this, and I had finished the previously accumulated work. The new colleague was so shocked her jaw almost dropped to the floor.

She again suspected I was a robot because ordinary people repeating the sa action for hours would feel discomfort sowhere, like sore hands or neck. I perford high-intensity repetitive labor daily without any issue, which surely seed suspicious.

But the new colleague only said that martial artists are different. She was in the workgroup and naturally heard the talk about being an Outsider Expert.

Sotis, certain identities carry a halo, making others assu I should be like this or that...

It’s just as well, sparing the trouble of coming up with explanations. Besides, if exposed, I wouldn’t feel awkward with my thick skin.

Just as I finished my work, Bi Shi called, saying she had arranged for a clan doctor to visit for a consultation.

Honestly, I’m not too keen to et other clansn, especially familiar faces. Fortunately, this ti the doctor is just an inheritor who doesn’t know .

I went to the airport to pick up the doctor and arranged a hotel. Now I finally felt a bit like a modern person, having basically integrated into this society.

The doctor’s na is Duoli. By human standards, she looks like a mixed-race beauty, very pretty with particularly lively and expressive eyes.

Upon eting her, I regretted it. Who said being unfamiliar is not a big deal?

Duoli was so enthusiastic upon seeing . Her first words were ’Hi,’ and her second sentence was ’I’ve heard many stories about you.’

No need to ask, it must have been from her inheritor. Passed down through generations, I unexpectedly beca a legend in the clan.

To sum it up in terms modern people can understand, I’m a grassroots hero in her heart, steadily rising from an ordinary clansman to a frontier guard, dominating a region, mighty beyond defeat for a ti.

If not for my mistake, no clansman could have caught to put in jail to this day.

In essence, it’s a bunch of fighting stories, brawling with this one and that, like in martial arts novels, climbing to high ranks in the martial world, not necessarily the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch but one of the top experts.

Karmic Fire is the divine weapon that made my na, sweeping through the world with it in my hand.

This girl seed to like traditional Huaxia culture, narrating those legend stories to like a storyteller.

I listened in a daze. When she ntioned my na, I knew I was the protagonist of the story. But when she didn’t na , I always felt she was talking about others, like the heroes in "The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants" or the various heroes in the "Legends of the Sui and Tang Dynasties."

On the way ho from the airport, she never stopped talking. I waited for her to finish before asking from whom she inherited her ability.

Over a thousand years, from my era to today, this ability’s inheritance has passed through countless generations.

I hadn’t held out much hope, just asked casually who described as so ’majestic.’

I always thought everyone in the clan looked down on , wishing to thrash for centuries. The ’titles’ I got in the records weren’t for good deeds.

Duoli counted on her fingers, detailing her ’genealogy.’ Retaining a ’genealogy’ in our clan is no simple matter.

Humans pass down family nas; no matter how many generations, surnas remain mostly unchanged.

Even if changes occur, they are recorded. But in our clan, inheritance passes capriciously, unpredictably passing on one’s bloodline, lacking uniform surna features, making tracking difficult, especially prone to interruption.

After a long calculation, Duoli said, "I am the 58th generation."

I was instantly frustrated; after all that ti, she was just counting numbers?!

"I’m asking, who in my ti passed down this ability?"

"Oh!! It was Feiyan."

See, such a simple matter, yet she took over twenty minutes to figure it out.

I was a bit worried; this doctor’s brain didn’t seem too sharp. While diagnosing Chen Qinghan, hopefully, she wouldn’t find problems where there were none.

Just as I was about to take out my phone and ssage Bi Shi, my mind suddenly jolted. What? Who? Feiyan?!!

"You said... your ability was inherited from Feiyan??" I’m rarely this shocked, but Feiyan warrants such rare astonishnt.

"Yes, but don’t get wrong; she’s not dead yet, just wandering."

That makes sense. In our clan, Feiyan is like a monstrous being.

I awkwardly touched the phone in my pocket, hesitating whether to ssage Bi Shi.

Feiyan’s ability is truly reliable. If nobody else is dependable, her ability is.

But, passing through over fifty generations, would today’s inheritors dilute this ability?

"Lord An—"

"No, don’t call that. I’m surnad Leng now, called Sister Leng."

In modern society, who calls soone ’Lord’? If passers-by hear it, they’d think we’re crazy.

"Everything we know about you, Feiyan told us herself; I didn’t embellish anything." Duoli blinked her lively big eyes, looking at as if I were an idol.