The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 54: Wind Rises on the Lake’s Waters

I haven’t heard of Blood Lake, but I know about jungle camping, not just that, I also know about top lane.

This jungler didn’t go fight monsters; he ca to hit people. He must be tired of living.

Just as I was hesitating whether to jump up and grab ’Thief King,’ the jungler with the strange accent said:

"I rember, but I don’t know what it ans. Please enlighten us, Lord Qi."

"There’s no road on the lake, and blood is the guide. These two people are just in ti, we can use their blood to guide us to find the entrance."

"I see, Lord Qi is indeed impressive, then we’ll take them along."

Upon hearing this, I realized they intended to offer us as a sacrifice, using our blood as a navigation device!

But what entrance are they talking about? This place is desolate and off the tourist trail. Are they also looking for a safe house?

Thinking of this, I wanted to kick Qinghan fiercely. Didn’t he say this place was absolutely safe, impossible to find without coordinates?

Now, not only did soone arrive before us, but they also knew the trick to enter the house.

I lay on the truck and eavesdropped on their conversation, learning they camped not because the guide was sick, but because the guide tried to escape and was accidentally killed by a subordinate.

Originally, Lord Qi planned to use the guide as a pathfinder once they reached the place, but the guide died prematurely. The blood of a dead person would coagulate, and there was still so distance to the lake they ntioned, so Lord Qi ordered the team to halt. He needed to hold a eting.

Our appearance, Qinghan and I, was like a pillow delivered right when they dozed off; how could they not use it?

Unfortunately, they had big plans, but it might not be so simple when they reach the place.

I can’t drive, and Qinghan fainted, so before we reach the lakeside, I won’t make a move against them.

They buried the guide’s body, then the team set off, and after two hours of jolting, all the vehicles stopped and turned off the engines.

Qinghan still hadn’t woken up. I secretly pinched him, but he didn’t respond.

Lord Qi was obviously the commander for this operation. Everyone else needed his instructions for everything.

On the road, I finally rembered where I had heard that strange accent before. Decades ago, a Sakura expedition team mistakenly wandered into my tomb. Their leader was a Huaxia person, while the expedition’s initiator was from Sakura.

Interestingly, that Sakura person particularly liked using Chinese to communicate with the Huaxia leader, but his pronunciation was odd, just like this jungler’s.

Soone with Asian appearance and odd Chinese pronunciation, it seems that the person working with the old man is highly likely from Sakura.

I pondered for a mont. There seems to be no such surna as Jungle in Sakura, so I probably misheard before, or the old man’s pronunciation was imprecise; he might have said ’Da’ instead of ’Jungle.’

I’ve heard of the na Daye, a baseball-playing youth with a brother who had a car accident.

No wonder when Qinghan offered them cigarettes, no one responded. They didn’t want to reveal their identity.

But as more and more foreigners tour Huaxia in recent years, they could easily claim to be foreign tourists who love Huaxia culture instead of disguising their identities. Why go through all the trouble?

Lord Qi’s subordinates began unloading items from the truck, first carrying Qinghan and down and placing us casually on the ground.

The truck held inflatable boats and a pump, indicating they planned for water activities as well.

They were busy, paying no attention to us. I squinted my eyes, observing them.

Moonless night for murder, wild waters under gusty winds, Lord Qi instructed his n to set up several powerful lamps, dragging two inflatable boats to the lakeside.

Everyone had a set of diving equipnt, looking superior to what Qinghan rented from the salvaging company.

Diving gear is rare in the Tibetan Area, and wasting ti on an application isn’t worth it; better to rent locally.

But now, as good equipnt arrives, it’ll be enough to snatch two sets when the chance arises shortly.

Lord Qi first sent two of his n on an inflatable boat onto the lake. They were to asure its depth, temperature, and related data.

Only sending two people to asure indicates the lake isn’t very large. Major lakes or legendary small lakes in the Tibetan Area have beco tourist spots, so this lake definitely belongs to the unattended kind.

From occasional conversations of Lord Qi’s n, I heard them ntion the border, but we should still be far from the boundary line, or else there’d be a risk of being spotted by patrols.

Once all preparations were complete, Qinghan and I were carried onto an inflatable boat. After placing us down, there was little space left, and one person assigned to bleed us joined us on the sa boat.

The inflatable boat squad slowly paddled towards the center of the lake. Lord Qi, Baseball, and the other n put on their gear; they paddled together, the small boat cutting through waves, while fish in the lake watched us, biting through the boat’s bottom as they sang joyfully.

The first to notice the boat leak was Lord Qi. The old saying goes—a household with an elder has a treasure. His rich experience quickly identified the inflatable boat was leaking.

At this point, we were not far from the lake’s center. Lord Qi ordered the n in our boat to act, to start bleeding Qinghan and one by one.

I lay by the boat’s edge, having already seen the big-headed fish secretly swim close, waiting for them to act crazily so I could take advantage.

Just as Lord Qi gave the order, I suddenly turned my face to the knife-wielding man and gave an ’evil smile.’

At the sa ti, I kicked his leg off the ground. The space in the boat was already small, and with him sitting at the edge of the stern, losing his footing ant losing balance and tumbling into the water.

"Ah! Ah—" Once in the water, this person let out a series of cries, his emotions noticeably changing from surprise to terror.

The big-headed fish in the water are sharp-mouthed; they didn’t bite the inflatable boat to eat plastic, but because it was snack ti.

When I was in Sa City, Ling Ke’er told that there are water burial customs in the Tibetan Area. Locals don’t eat fish from the lake, revering it as a divine lake and fearing eating fish ans indirectly eating ancestors.

Because of this, many lake fish in the Tibetan Area retain primitive features, with large heads and small bodies, and they consu corpses.

Evidently, the fish in this lake weren’t satisfied with just eating shrimp or corpses; they wanted a taste of sothing fresh.

The fish couldn’t be fed by us first. With a sample of tender at, we could at least distract the fish’s attention from us.

The tender at fell into the lake, barely flapping before getting bitten, and blood dispersed in the water, attracting more fish schools to swarm.

Lord Qi intended to use blood as a guide, but the arrival of fish beca an obstacle to their path. His thod was similar to imitating the Beauty’s Tears guiding in my tomb, though much more unscrupulous.

Even worse, after being unscrupulous, the path remained unfound. Seeing his man fall into the water and fish gather, Lord Qi hurriedly instructed his n to drive the fallen one further away.

Beating soone who’s down is not unfamiliar, or in their circle, such things are common.

If they had jumped in without hesitation to rescue him, I would’ve been surprised instead.