The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 378 - 303: Underwater (Part 3)

The underwater tunnel shot straight down like a drainage well, the space a bit cramped. As I swam, I felt it might really be a drainage well. Above it, rocks pressed down as if naturally ford, but the lower part of the tunnel was man-made, the stones smooth and carved with patterns.

This was not a spring at all, but a corner of an Ancient Ruins. I descended more than ten ters before stumbling upon a door.

When my hands touched the door, my palms went right through, followed by my entire body. Only after entering did I feel surprised because inside it was dry with air, just like being on land.

The water outside hadn’t co in at all, except for the drops that fell from .

Beneath lay an unexpected world. I looked around and found that it was a... tomb!

A tomb built into a drainage channel, quite creative. I stared at the coffin placed in the center, noting the wet handprints on its lid.

"Doctor Du?!" I called out.

But no one responded, not a sound. I feared she might have suffocated while diving.

Thinking I must save her promptly, I didn’t scrutinize the surroundings and headed straight for the coffin.

With no one around and no eyewitness, I could freely use Karmic Fire without concerns.

I quickly reached the coffin’s side, gripped the lid, and with a forceful push, slid it aside.

The coffin was made of stone, the lid rather thin. My push shifted it two-thirds off.

Inside lay a person, but it wasn’t Doctor Du—it was a young woman dressed modestly, neither the foreign female corpse from before.

This female... corpse looked lifelike, like a living person, with a gold headband on her head and a milky white gem set on her forehead.

Her hair was light brown, but identifying her ethnicity was difficult. She seed slightly Western, yet had an Eastern hint.

Given it was a tomb, the person in the coffin was likely its master.

"Geez... where is she?" Not being an archaeologist, I had no interest in such rare ancient corpses, only in where the young woman had hidden Doctor Du.

There were water stains on the coffin lid—they must have made contact.

I glanced at the marble floor beneath, noticing only two sets of wet footprints.

One was mine; the other... belonged to the female corpse. Who knows why, but corpses seemingly hate wearing shoes, leaving distinct bare footprints.

Doctor Du wore desert boots; moreover, she had large feet for a woman, impossible to leave such petite prints.

I examined the footprints and glanced at the female corpse in the coffin, then—huh?

The size of the female corpse’s feet matched the footprints perfectly, and she wasn’t wearing shoes!

Despite it feeling indecent, I reached out and touched the corpse. Her hair was dry, her body dotted with water droplets.

"Don’t ss around. I’m warning you, stop confusing things and covering for that living corpse!" I withdrew my hand, rudely warning.

The underwater tunnel ended here, with nowhere else to go. If the corpse led Doctor Du in, they must be in this tomb with no other place to go.

I started searching the walls of the tomb for chanisms, seeking hidden doors where the corpse might have concealed Doctor Du.

After feeling along the wall for a while, I sensed sothing wrong and quickly turned to look at the coffin, but there was no change; the body lay as before.

"Strange..." Monts ago, I clearly felt soone was watching .

Such paranoia seldom grips ; among all people, I’m least afraid of the supernatural.

I turned back, continuing with my exploration, ever ready to suddenly pivot if that feeling of being watched returned, so I could—

"Hey!" This ti, I didn’t need to turn; I felt soone unmistakably touch !

I spun around suddenly, but again, there was nothing. The coffin remained still, its contents unmoving. The only thing moving was .

"Who touched ?" I trusted my senses; soone had definitely patted my back.

The pressure wasn’t light or heavy, unlikely to be an illusion. Yet, I found it odd—if the person intended an attack, why not strike more aggressively?

What did a re touch accomplish?

Could it be the entity rely wanted to play, like hide-and-seek, without intending harm?

"Stop fooling around. I’m looking for soone, and you’ll regret it if you keep this up." I spoke into the air.

On attempting to search for the chanism a third ti, the ’invisible person’ brazenly tugged my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.