The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 233 - 234: Correcting the Name

This is Chapter 234 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

When Qinghan came with the backup door card, I had already climbed up from the sewer, and scared a woman passing by on a bike, causing her to crash into the roadside greenery.

However, she saw where I climbed out from and realized that if it weren’t for me falling in, it could have been her, so she didn’t say anything and pushed her bike away.

Back at the apartment, I wanted to rush to the computer desk as soon as I entered, but Qinghan pulled me aside and threw me into the bathroom while he used a mop to clean the muddy footprints I’d made.

Since I wasn’t cooking, there was nothing in the kitchen, and the fridge was empty too. He went to the small supermarket downstairs and bought instant noodles to cook.

After my shower, I quickly sat in front of the computer to watch a drama. When I opened the episode, "Damn it~ There are already so many comments!"

"What’s the difference whether you post early or late?" Qinghan sat at the dining table where he could see the computer screen.

Except for the bedroom and bathroom, the other areas of the apartment weren’t divided by walls. The kitchen and living room were separated by a long dining table, and the computer desk was in the living room.

"Of course there is a difference! Without the passion for watching dramas, what’s the difference from a salted fish?" I turned my head to look at Qinghan, "You’re only eating now? It’s already nine o’clock."

"I had something to handle, and was planning to have a big meal when your SOS call came."

"Hmm? Even a university teacher works overtime?"

"Writing a report."

The report Qinghan mentioned wasn’t needed for his job at school, so it must have been for another organization.

"Well, I’m really sorry for calling you in a rainstorm for a door card while you’re hungry and working overtime. How about I treat you to a big meal?" That would be too heartless...

"Going out in this weather?"

"Tomorrow then, I’ll treat you to a big meal~ Oh right, aren’t you getting your eyes checked for glasses? I’ll go with you, and we can have a big meal afterwards!"

My enthusiasm aroused Qinghan’s suspicion. He ate a mouthful of hot instant noodles, looked up at me, and asked, "What’s the scheme this time?"

"There’s no scheme, it’s all open planning. I haven’t posted any food pictures on my social media yet." If I only took pictures of food without eating, that’d be a waste, and waste is a serious crime.

"Alright, I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon." Qinghan had a look of ’I knew it’.

After getting my ID card last time, I registered on WeChat and QQ, and added all the friends I could in the recent days, Bi Shi was among them.

Also Shunfeng and Wen Jing, Ling Ke’er and Bao Ziqing, and even that big fool Jerry.

Of course, Qinghan was at the top of my contacts list, and I eagerly awaited his messages on WeChat each day because he said once he sold the pearls, he’d transfer money to me on WeChat!

He finished the noodles and took out a notebook from his bag, sitting in the rattan chair by the window, he pointed a pen at the computer.

"I just watched an episode~" I hugged the computer screen longingly.

"Come help me fill out these notes." Qinghan’s tone wasn’t commanding nor was it a request, but I couldn’t ignore it.

I hit the pause button like a reluctant student pulled to a desk for homework.

"Others are reading grandpa’s notes for adventures. Instead, you’re writing your own notes." I knew what Qinghan’s notes contained. He gathered information about our clan and recorded it, then mapped out relationships like playing a connect-the-dots game.

"If I don’t write, what will my descendants read? Come, describe the events."

"Describe what?"

"The journey you went on."

"There’s too much content for that!"

"Just take your time."

Upon returning, too caught up with playing, I had almost forgotten the events of the trip.

Now having to recount things from the start, I need to remember for a while, fortunately, Qinghan only records things related to our clan, other matters can be omitted.

It’s not entirely accurate for them to call our clan ’Heavenly Maiden Clan’, so I took this opportunity to correct the term for him.

Our clan self-identifies as Blood Mother people, Blood Mother being the Blood Moon. Due to cultural discontinuities, detailed information has been lost, but according to legend, our ancestors were born from the Blood Moon, and the first generation of clan members were only three.

Due to survival circumstances, the clan later underwent a great migration, followed by wars.

As memories revived, I recalled many events, though even being born in the clan, my understanding of certain matters wasn’t deep.

For instance, matters of bloodline inheritance and what ’Blood Mother’ truly is. I’ll listen to the story of Nuwa creating humans that Huaxia people have heard for millennia, yet I have doubts about its truth.

Without parents to ask ’Where does life come from’ upon gaining awareness, I entered ’school’ immediately.

Originally there was a forbidden zone in the clan, all newly born clan members were taken out from there.

There’s a special group who goes to the forbidden zone to fetch newborns, we call them the Welcoming Party.

The term sounds related to university now, and indeed the nature is similar. Members of the Welcoming Party are rigorously selected and hold keys to the forbidden zone. They are said to hold the lifeline of our clan.

They never speak to others as if mute, making conversation impossible.

Living within a closed area, they’re like solitary autism sufferers.

Many have attempted to bribe them directly to deliver the newborns to avoid recruiting efforts.

Yet none succeeded. If they’re angered, they block the forbidden zone entrance, stopping new members from joining and making population issues critical.

Some ruthless ones tried to kill them all and steal the keys, only to be beaten up with broken noses and damaged organs, though they healed later, they ended up with only one ear.

Recalling the past, memories flood in chaotically, without end.

I quickly halted reminiscing, organizing my thoughts to recount this expedition to Qinghan.

Though we were mostly together, experiencing the same things, there were times we acted separately.

The Jade Country tomb, Victory Island mine pit, and ’Big Bamboo’ were my priorities narrating.

Because these involve some people and affairs of our clan. Qinghan was interesting, asking only about recent experiences to extract clan information, without directly querying my past.

He knew I’d regained memory, and chose to avoid the past, only discussing present matters.

"Actually, about the 092 tomb inside that—"

"Enough, go back to watching your online drama." Qinghan waved dismissively like shooing a fly.

"Hey? You jerk! Giving you insider info and you refuse!"

"I don’t want to know off-topic info. If discovered, your identity would be questioned."

"But the leaders know I am Superman."

"What does that prove? At most it confirms you have super abilities. In our line, such people aren’t rare."

"Oh? There really are superhumans?"

"Not the muscular type, but there’s a petite and cute one you know too."