The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 371 - 301: Sleeping Is Dangerous (Part 2)

Chen Qinghan tried to grab , but the wind force caused to veer away from his palm. Mike was the most stable runner, while the rest of us were severely affected by the wind, making our progress incredibly difficult.

I simply gave up struggling, letting the wind blow towards the ends of the earth; I was like a tumbleweed in the western desert, rolling around in the wind.

Blown along the way, I rolled over a hundred ters before regaining balance. They didn’t hold on either but weren’t as miserable as .

We managed to get through the fiercest blast of wind by rolling and crawling, then collectively ran to the leeward side of Rock Mountain.

Doctor Du wanted to check for injuries, but I quickly said I was fine. We martial artists have specially trained our tendons and bones; breaking a stone on our chest is no big deal, let alone a little bump.

Seeing that my limbs were agile and I wasn’t bleeding, Doctor Du didn’t insist on checking .

I didn’t want her to give an ’already dead’ diagnosis like Li Du did.

We sheltered from the sand wind in the leeward area; the wind ca quickly and vanished just as fast, blowing fiercely for half an hour altogether.

It disappeared without a trace, taking Wang Le’s backpack with it, costing us a batch of equipnt.

Fortunately, Wang Le still had his water on him, with his water bottle hung on his chest and vitamin tablets in his pocket.

Mike seed sowhat skeptical that I could survive the beating of the wind unscathed and asked again if I was injured.

According to the recorded data, of the expedition teams that entered here, nine were blown away by the wind. Three disappeared, and six, like , were tossed and battered by the wind, only they ended up with multiple fractures, while contusions were not even considered injuries.

I had no choice but to say I was an Eastern martial artist. Haven’t you seen Eastern martial arts films? The kind where even getting slashed by a knife doesn’t kill them.

Mike raised his eyebrows, saying he has seen those but doesn’t believe such people actually exist.

"Movies are inspired by life; there’s a bit of truth in them." I grinned, patting my arms and legs to show him that I was intact.

I had only experienced quick bouts of rain and snow before, but this ti I witnessed a gusty wind storm. After the wind died down, I felt that we couldn’t continue sleeping, so we moved on.

By around nine in the morning, the desert was already unbearably hot. Although it was early autumn, in this place, you couldn’t feel a hint of autumn’s chill.

We reached the rocky area where we planned to camp, and Mike found a cleverly disguised entrance in the shaded area.

It turned out that the camping site he ntioned wasn’t outside — it was inside the rock.

We crawled through the half-person-high entrance, and Mike disguised it again with stones.

Inside, there was a mountain tunnel, which got cooler the deeper we went because the tunnel sloped downward, essentially placing us in a basent.

The scorching heat was left outside. Doctor Du took out her food and shared a portion with Wang Le, while Chen Qinghan suggested we each contribute to replace Wang Le’s lost supplies.

Contributing one portion each wouldn’t affect us much. When truly at the end of our rope, food would beco a secondary survival item. I had found quite a bit of food in my own tomb before — so left behind due to various external factors by tomb robbers, and so beca unclaid after their owners died.

I shook the sand from my head, sat down to rest with them, and just as Huang Zaijiang took two bites of his biscuit, he suddenly jumped up and turned to look at the spot where he had just been sitting.

The cave was dim; we only had two flashlights, so not everything was clearly illuminated.

But Mike said they had sent people in before, with every team’s rest point set here, assuring us it was safe.

Huang Zaijiang’s behavior imdiately put us on alert, and several gazes fixed simultaneously on the spot where he had been sitting.

The flashlight beams also illuminated that area, and then we saw a peculiar stone — a human-shaped stone.

It was as if a person lay curled up on the rock. In the dim light, it didn’t look different from other rocks, but upon closer inspection, its shape was strange.

Natural formations indeed include human-shaped stones or tree formations resembling people, but this stone was wearing a watch. No matter how artistically nature works, it couldn’t have intentionally carved a watch for it, could it?

Mike asked what was wrong as Huang Zaijiang just jumped up, but it was after looking back at the stone that Huang Zaijiang answered him, "It just moved."

On our way, we encountered bodies absorbed by plants, also called vegetative people; those things breathe, and Mike almost mistook them for living people.