The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 476 - 341: Burden

Miss Tang, despite being an educated intellectual, usually speaks in a refined manner, but now she was gritting her teeth, completely ignoring her image.

She was clearly speaking Mandarin, yet I couldn’t quite understand, destroying the Earth, what the hell?

Since erging, I’ve been striving to maintain world peace!

"You’re making things up out of thin air, you’re imagining things, when did I ever say I was going to destroy the Earth?"

Facing my questioning, Miss Tang sneered, "Stop pretending."

"Produce evidence, without evidence it’s slander, it’s defamation."

"How amusing, you think you’ll be bound by human laws?"

"Of course, I’m a law-abiding citizen."

Miss Tang turned her head, looking like she didn’t want to argue with anymore. I grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.

She resigned herself without struggling, but her eyes were stubborn, glaring at fiercely, looking like she was ready to sacrifice herself heroically, still refusing to bow to the enemy.

I felt like we were on completely different wavelengths. No matter what I said now, she would, with her preconceived notions, misunderstand my words and actions.

If Mr. Tang was like her, would it even matter if I went back to get ’evidence’?

Although I hesitated for a mont, doing sothing was better than doing nothing at all.

I dragged Miss Tang through the desert at night. Soon, she ran out of strength. I no longer needed to pretend to be ’weak’, she wouldn’t believe it even if I did, so I went full throttle, hoping to go there and back quickly.

Miss Tang persisted for over an hour before she couldn’t go on any longer, collapsing to her knees.

"Oh my, Miss Tang, there’s no need for such a grand gesture, I can’t possibly accept it."

"If you weren’t dragging , would I be like this?"

Miss Tang rolled her eyes in anger. I felt imnsely guilty. The well-bred lady was so mad her nose was crooked and her eyes were crossed, ah... it truly sullies the elegance.

But I had to defend my actions a little, to prove I wasn’t so horrible villain, "If I didn’t drag you, you’d be walking too slowly. Even Tang Seng retrieving scriptures moved faster than you, and you didn’t even have any goblins distracting you."

After my explanation, Miss Tang finally... exploded with anger. If she could stand, she would definitely pounce on and scratch .

"With this stamina of yours, my god, it definitely wasn’t Mr. Tang who sent you, you snuck out on your own, didn’t you? Really can’t deal with it," I said, pulling a rope from my backpack.

She stared at with vigilante eyes, actually having a trace of unease, I smirked and bent down, tying her up like a durian. I saw the fruit shop wrap up durians or lons in iron wires or nets because they were inconvenient to carry.

I bound Miss Tang like that too, dragging her away by one end of the rope.

Carrying her on my back was out of the question. She harbored deep hostility and animosity towards ; if I carried her, she wouldn’t be grateful, she might poke my eyes or smack my head, getting hurt was secondary, the key was not allowing her to gain more ’evidence.’

Miss Tang seed humiliated to the core, her eyes reddening, these human thoughts are really hard to understand.

She was rely wearing a parachute-like harness I crafted for her, traveling in a manner safe for us both, without needing to walk herself. She couldn’t walk anymore, where ca the feeling of humiliation?

I’ve been quite humane, wrapping a scarf around her head, and every ti she was about to beco a ’sand sculpture’, I stopped to clean the sand off her.

Dragging her through the sand, the damage done was already minimized, ha, woman, aren’t you satisfied yet?

This unsatisfied woman fainted before we even reached halfway.

I dared to carry her only after she passed out. Originally, I was quite capable of traveling alone over a thousand miles, but now I had an added burden, who would I go complain to?

With Miss Tang’s weight, my pace was slightly affected. Fortunately, not too much, and by the latter half of the night, I had smoothly returned to the cave where we had previously camped.

But outside the cave, all I saw was a clean set of bones. No one who hadn’t eaten fried chicken for months would gnaw bones to this extent, these bones were so slender a strong gust of wind could break them.

The big insect’s bones weren’t this thin. It differed from other insects; underneath its shell were muscle tissues, and the bone was encased within the muscle tissue.

During its attack on Little Red, it had one leg slashed, with a wound deep enough to see the bone, so we knew the insect’s structure was different from other insects.

Now its shell is gone, its muscle tissue is gone, even its bones are barely there. Judging by the outline of the skeleton, it was the big insect I had killed with Little Red before.