The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 370 - 301: Sleeping Is Dangerous

No one believes the truth nowadays, and I can’t do anything about it...

To avoid being thrown around like a cloth sack by Doctor Du, I decided to keep silent and not provoke her any further.

The tal fra was quickly set up, and we each climbed up to rest. Qinghan set a sleeping schedule, not exceeding four hours.

That ans, at dawn, we need to set off again and then camp in a rocky area that can shield us from the sun.

Simply put, it’s about avoiding the extre heat, lying low during the day, and moving at night.

With information left by predecessors and Mike leading the way, the dangers we encountered were halved, but things like lightning and quicksand were unpredictable and unavoidable.

Mike had ntioned that quicksand pits often appear suddenly and sink very quickly.

We used one fra each, and since I didn’t need to sleep, I was in charge of keeping watch. I also followed Qinghan and the others in counting, whether accurately or not, it wasn’t too far off.

About an hour later, the fra where Qinghan lay suddenly sank. By the ti I spoke, he had already jumped up.

The fra sank into the sand within seconds, and even I wasn’t sure if Qinghan had been asleep or not.

His reaction was swift. He jumped up to avoid the quicksand beneath the fra while there was still sothing to hold onto.

His actions startled the others, including Mike, and they all jumped up too.

However, the quicksand appeared only under Qinghan’s fra. Although there were quicksand pits elsewhere, visible by the sinking sand, they weren’t in areas with people.

This was indeed very random, with no specific location or target. The information ntioned that quicksand pits only appear at night, not during the day. Based on normal ti, this was the darkest part of the night, when people are most drowsy and least alert.

By the ti Qinghan landed, the fra had completely sunk into the quicksand pit. It’s easy to imagine that if soone were sleeping more soundly, with a sleeping bag on, there would be no ti to escape.

I asked Mike if the quicksand pits would reappear in the sa location. I asked because these pits move, and when they disappear, the ground returns to its normal appearance.

So it could be that it’s a quicksand pit one mont and flat ground the next.

Mike said they’d never encountered the situation I described. If they discovered a quicksand pit, they’d move sowhere else.

Qinghan’s fra was gone, so he climbed onto mine to continue sleeping. This crisis was just a minor incident for him.

The others saw he was fine and continued to rest. Maintaining energy was very important. I noticed they seed pretty calm, probably having experienced such events many tis before.

The unexpected incident disrupted my counting rhythm, so I had to start over. The previous count didn’t count.

After another two hours or so, with not much ti left until dawn, I felt a breeze on my face, which was unusual since there hadn’t been any wind in this area. I looked around and noticed sothing was off to the west.

I quickly woke the others and told them to look in that direction. When Mike saw the situation in the west, he imdiately shouted, "Run!"

Leave behind the fras and sleeping bags. He ran with his backpack, saying a sand wind was coming.

The information described sand winds, a new term they coined. This wind is extrely strange, rising from the ground with almost no warning, covering everything from horizon to horizon. Unless there’s a Rock Mountain, there’s no way to avoid it.

Luckily, there was a Rock Mountain nearby. As long as we hid on the east side of the mountain, we might be able to escape this storm.

Though "nearby," it was almost two kiloters away. We all summoned our athletic spirits and took off running, racing against each other.

The materials from Kangaroo Country were quite honest, describing the wind as strange, and indeed, it’s strange. If I were to describe it, I would say it’s not a natural phenonon but like a giant chasm suddenly exhaling onto the desert, the way blowing sand across a table can clear it completely.

Ultimately, our legs couldn’t outrun the wind. Whoever was lightest would get hit first, and that’s !

Doctor Du, with muscles all over, is absolutely fit. I suspect she has nothing but muscle inside her bones, but anyway, I was the first one to be ’blown away’ by the wind.

So forces are simply unbeatable. The gust hit from behind like a gigantic hand you couldn’t resist, sending flying. Even though I tried hard to keep balanced and avoided a face-plant, I couldn’t avoid sprawling flat onto the ground.