The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 319 - 273: Immunity_2

"Really?" Xiangyang’s face lit up with joy, eyes sparkling as she stared at me, waiting for my response. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"It’s just a possibility, are you sure you are..." I wanted to ask if she was a descendant of Fajina, but given my current identity, I wasn’t supposed to know about Fajina, nor about her healing abilities.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on me, waiting for me to continue. I coughed and changed the subject: "Are you sure you haven’t eaten or drunk anything else?"

Xiangyang bowed her head and thought, "No, I’ve been eating the corn stored at home and drinking the water from the tank, nothing else."

"Oh, then it’s very possible you have natural immunity. What are your plans for the future?"

"I want to see the world above, but people in the clan always say the outside world is dangerous, the air is toxic, the water is poisonous, and the food is too. I’m not sure... maybe it’s better to return to the city where there are greenhouse gardens. I think I can survive there."

"The city is already devoid of life, how will you live alone? What if you get sick? Who will take care of you? Why not come with us? The outside world isn’t as scary as you think. I can ask my dad to arrange a job for you in his company."

Shunfeng is warm-hearted, but Xiangyang belongs to the Fei Clan and might even have my clan’s bloodline. Her identity must be kept secret. Going to a strange environment full of ordinary humans, can her identity be kept hidden?

"I’m planning to open a shop and I need an assistant. Do you want to work for me? Room and board included."

"Sure, I want to!" Xiangyang nodded cheerfully.

"Hey? You’re not considering my offer?" Shunfeng was particularly vexed, "My dad’s company offers great benefits, health insurance, paid vacations, employee housing, and even birthday bonuses!"

"Thank you, but I’m afraid of not adapting to the outside world. I feel safer being with my own kind." Xiangyang moved closer to me, walking next to me.

"You can’t assume she’s your kind just because her face is green. She’s merely poisoned."

"Huh? But when I first saw her, I felt close, like an attraction?"

Shunfeng widened his eyes, pointed a finger at me in disbelief, and after holding back for a few seconds, said, "You better not let down Professor Chen!"

"Some people are naturally compatible, getting along like old friends at first sight. It’s the same with Professor Chen and me. Daoist Shunfeng, you’re a monk, keep your heart pure."

We chatted as we walked through the narrow rocky passageway, arriving in another underground cavern.

Surrounded by rocks, there was a flat area in the middle, clearly man-made, assembled with huge stone slabs, decorated with engraved patterns on the surface.

Of course, it wasn’t the flat ground or the patterns on it that made Shunfeng scream, but the boats resting on it.

Several brightly painted wooden boats were neatly parked on the flat ground. Shunfeng was amazed to see these boats in such a deep underground space. He quickened his steps, running to the clearing to touch the bow of a wooden boat.

The bow was carved with a bird’s head, and the sides of the boat were equipped with wing-like parts painted with feather patterns. Although the colors had already faded over time, the main images were still recognizable.

"People used to live here, I wonder who they were?" Xiangyang ran over to look at the boats as well.

I glanced at the surrounding rock walls, which were uncarved. The crack we entered through wasn’t this place’s real entrance, just a natural crack in the wall.

In other words, there should be an official entrance and exit to this place. I looked around and finally saw something resembling an exit above us.

It was just big enough for the boats to pass through, but its height definitely exceeded fifty meters, located at the top of this underground space.

"Elders, Sister Yang, look, these boats have wings, haha, do you think they’re flying ships?" Shunfeng climbed aboard the boat, standing on the deck, touching and observing the surroundings with awe.

Perhaps they really can fly. The clearing surely doesn’t have lifting capabilities. This place doesn’t look like a shipyard but rather like a runway. To get the boats out, they’d have to fly out through the exit above.

In ancient times, tectonic activities were vigorous. After a series of movements, mountain peaks turned into basins, oceans became lands, and old houses were renovated, undergoing great changes.

So I speculate that initially, this place might have been at the mountain top, the exit open, and the ’flying ships’ could fly straight out.

Later, when the mountain sank, this place was abandoned. After who knows how many ages, it’s like a sunken crystal ball under the earth, preserving its contents against the odds.