The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 315 - 272: Yellow Springs Lizard

"They’re coming, hold on!" I simply relaxed my grip on the walls, sliding down about twenty meters until I saw Wen Jing gripping the handle of the Vajra Umbrella. The handle was lodged into the shaft wall, becoming his point of leverage.

Shunfeng was holding onto Wen Jing’s waist, Baozi was holding onto Shunfeng’s ankle, the three of them hanging in a row on the wall.

Baozi’s arm strength was failing, and she was about to lose her grip. I crawled in front of her, letting her climb onto my back.

However, the handle of the Vajra Umbrella began to slip, cutting a line into the shaft wall, and Wen Jing and Shunfeng continued to fall.

"Ahh—Master, save us!" Their falling speed was too fast, stretching Shunfeng’s cries for help. It seemed he had great faith in his master, instinctively calling out in moments of crisis.

Wen Jing never let go, and finally halted after falling several hundred meters.

I looked upward and asked below, "How long can you hold on?"

"There’s a rock wedged here; we won’t fall any further. I can hold on for another ten minutes," Wen Jing shouted back.

"No, no, I can’t hold on anymore, I’m losing my grip!" Shunfeng shouted.

"I’ll take Baozi up first, hang in there a little longer." Even though I can carry all three of them at once, the Gecko Claw can’t hold the weight of four people, so Baozi has to go up first.

"Alright, I’ve got her, go ahead," Wen Jing shouted.

I carried Baozi back to the Fei Clan’s passage and handed her over to Bai Yun’s Tool Man.

Then I quickly climbed back down. Shunfeng switched on the flashlight, saying hot air was surging up from below. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The closer we got to the Earth Core, the higher the temperature rose. This shaft, dug by who knows who, had such a frightening depth. I suspected that the Fei Clan weren’t the first to excavate this shaft. At the spot where the Vajra Umbrella got stuck, there was an obviously carved ’well-head,’ different from the marks at the top. This one appeared particularly ’formal.’

Perhaps it’s just the tip of the iceberg of some ancient relic, and indeed, the space below widened noticeably, resembling a beer bottle.

I climbed to Wen Jing and the others’ side, where there was a protruding section of the wellhead just big enough to step on.

"I’ll take Wen Jing up first. You stand here and wait for me to return." I lifted Shunfeng to stand on the ledge, carried Wen Jing on my back, drew the Vajra Umbrella handle, and secured it in the wall next to Shunfeng so he could have support.

Wen Jing lay on my back, arms trembling; he was at his limit.

"What happened to the girl named Xiangyang?" During Zhaosi’s coffin shifting, I only heard the shouts of the three of them. After a short while, could Xiangyang have succumbed to the toxin-fueled mutation?

"She... she fell."

Wen Jing explained that Xiangyang passed out after I left. Shunfeng and Baozi dragged him out of the coffin and placed Xiangyang inside, half-closing the lid.

That way, even if Xiangyang became a radioactive threat, they could just seal the coffin lid, and she wouldn’t harm them.

When Wen Jing was dragged out, he hit his head on the coffin board and regained consciousness. Zhaosi went in without a word and stuffed all three of them into the coffin, which then fell down the shaft. Xiangyang, unable to grab hold of anyone, tumbled down with it.

No wonder she made no sound; she was unconscious and probably unaware of anything.

She might have been the sole fruit of my clan’s cooperative efforts with outsiders. If the radical faction in the clan were still alive, they would certainly have gone mad for her.

Now the chance to verify her lineage is gone, and ironically, the ones who ended up throwing her into the abyss were the conservative Zhaosi.

I returned Wen Jing to the Fei Clan’s passage, where Baozi and Bai Yun’s Tool Man waited at the entrance, Baozi teary-eyed, giving Wen Jing a big hug.

"Elder—something’s coming up, something—" Shunfeng’s quivering voice rose from below.

I quickly descended back into the shaft, slid down a section of the wall, and only gripped it hard as I neared Shunfeng’s position.

"Elder, help..." Shunfeng’s voice was full of despair, and it was falling further, clearly no longer in its previous position.

I continued sliding down, spotting the handle of the Vajra Umbrella embedded in the wall, which I pulled out and tucked at my waist, dropping deeper.

After sliding another thousand meters, the temperature noticeably increased, reaching about thirty degrees Celsius.

Sliding down another thousand meters, I finally saw the shaft’s bottom; it was a massive pool.

The pool was filled with muddy yellow water, steaming hot, and a black wooden coffin floated on the surface, the lid firmly in place.