The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 97: You’ve Fallen, I Haven’t

Sound waves are limited by distance and can’t surpass the far side of the underground river. What’s near the underground river anyway? It’s just rats, bugs, pangolins, and snakes—an endless cycle. They’ve been eating for thousands of years without losing their appetite, simply because they lack thought.

So, the dinosaur-like creatures are still animals. Even though they have limbs similar to humans and walk upright, running on two legs just like humans.

"What kind of creatures are they? Underground People?" I asked, leaning on the wreckage of the elevator.

"What you should be worried about now is how we’re getting back up," Bi Shi replied irritably.

"You ca down without a rope, so go back up the sa way," I said with a grin, shalessly adding, "Take with you while you’re at it."

"I can’t change back now. I need a rope!" Bi Shi said, veins bulging on her forehead, gritting her teeth.

I rember she didn’t have such a temper. At least, from the search results, bad temper wasn’t one of them.

Over the centuries, who hasn’t changed? She’s not the cool priestess I once knew anymore.

"Rope, sure, I have it." I took out a bundle of climbing ropes from behind . This was given to by Chen Qinghan before I went underground; he said Pete’s team had brought so advanced gadgets, even small robots.

If I got injured and couldn’t move down below, he’d co outside, get the small robot, and lower the rope, then pull up.

It was a clever plan, and now the rope was coming in handy.

"Not long enough," Bi Shi said after taking the rope and shaking it out completely, estimating the length with her eyes.

"How about this: I’ll climb up first, you only need to climb halfway, and the rest of the distance I’ll pull you up with the rope."

"What’s the difference?"

"The difference is that it’ll save you so energy. You just recovered and are relatively weak."

"No need. I think you want to ditch ."

"You’re overthinking. Can you be a bit more optimistic? Alright, let’s tie ourselves together with the rope and climb up at the sa ti. If one falls, the other can catch her."

"Stop dreaming. The cliff is so smooth; you can’t climb up by hand. Without a grappling hook, this rope is only good for hanging ourselves."

Imagine two immortals staying in a hanging position for a hundred or even a thousand years. It would be quite tedious.

In such a deep underground place, blowing a whistle probably wouldn’t help. Chen Qinghan wouldn’t hear it from above.

"Then let’s wait. Chen Qinghan will co up with a way to rescue ," I said, feeling no rush. If a brainstorm would help, I’d just smack my own head if the dinosaur-like creatures ca.

"You really trust him," Bi Shi said, with a noncommittal tone.

"Of course, I trust him. He’s a trustworthy person."

"Without interests at stake, who would work with you? He helps you because he wants sothing in return, right?"

"When soone wants sothing, that’s when they’re more trustworthy."

"Tsk... In the end, you still don’t have any real friends."

"Do you?"

That question left Bi Shi speechless. We were both ’sinners’ locked in a cage, and although she was slightly better off than , not by much. With her personality, the odds of making friends were slim.

Maybe I hit a sore spot because her face remained sour the rest of the ti. Ironically, she was the one who brought up the topic of ’friends,’ yet ended up being the one who got angry.

No matter what I asked, she wouldn’t answer, just giving a cold face.

She’s really capricious, her mood changing as quickly as flipping a book. I took out my phone, opened an anti-depression video, and played it for her.

But instead of cheering her up, it made her so angry that she lunged at to grab my phone.

I quickly put the phone in my pocket, the inner pocket of my jacket, zipped it up, and held it down tightly with my hand.

Ti silently passed in the tense atmosphere, and after half an hour, Bi Shi finally couldn’t take waiting to sit here and do nothing. She grabbed and headed back into the city to find tools and think of a way up.

A fifty-ter height was equivalent to a high-rise building, and the walls were smooth with nowhere to grip onto. Climbing up seed impossible.

The wreckage of the elevators was loose and couldn’t support weight; they were useless.

We rummaged through Giant City for a long ti. Besides furniture and simple tools, we didn’t find anything else.

The giants must have lived simple lives, so simple they seed primitive. In any case, we didn’t find any prehistoric black technology, and Bi Shi suggested stacking furniture.

The furniture in Giant City was much larger than normal furniture. Tables were over two ters high. If we stacked them up, they could form a staircase, but making it fifty ters high was tough.

"I say we wait to be rescued. Don’t waste energy." I wasn’t willing to expend energy with her. The chairs and tables required two people to lift, and if she did it alone, it would attract those dinosaur-like creatures.

"You’ve beco lazy, not ." Bi Shi stubbornly refused to give up.

Waiting to be rescued is laziness? What kind of logic is that? I didn’t bother to argue with her. Let her be. I was content sitting still.

Three hours later, Bi Shi completed a massive project on her own. Using furniture that one person could move, she built a tower with steps.

Although far from fifty ters, probably only a dozen ters high, it was sturdy. If we continued building upward, success seed very likely.

Just as she rushed back, cheerily carrying a big basin, sothing dropped from above the furniture tower—bam!

With a loud crash, the furniture tower collapsed with clattering sounds, leaving only the solid bottom few ters intact.

"It wasn’t !" I quickly raised my hands to show my innocence.

"Damn it—" Bi Shi glared at the destroyed furniture tower, her eyes spewing rage. She hurled the big basin in her hand at the thing that had fallen.

"Aaah!" A human scream ca from beneath the pile of furniture.

The voice sounded familiar, like Jerry’s!

"Jerry?" I called out tentatively.

"Hey, Cold, how are you? Not injured, I hope?" A big guy dressed in tal armor crawled out from under the fallen furniture.

"Where did you borrow Iron Man’s gear?" I looked at his armor, it didn’t seem like sothing from Pete’s team.

"Oh, they made wear it. This thing is too thick; I can’t move my arms or legs." Jerry complained, pointing up the cliff.

"Who are ’they’?" I looked up, seeing nothing but mist.

"The won with tattoos on their bodies. My goodness, they’re fierce."

So the five sisters were just scouts; they had reinforcents outside. The rope I used to descend must have been taken up by them.

If the rope was taken, they didn’t want us to go up. So why send Jerry down now?

"They said, to bring the tomb master up, or they’ll kill Professor Chen." Jerry’s subsequent words cleared my doubts.