The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 317 - 272: Yellow Springs Lizard (Part 3)

"Xiangyang?" After digging out Shunfeng, I continued to call Xiangyang’s name.

Yellow Springs’ position had already been filled with soil, but when soil falls into water, it turns into ’porridge.’ Xiangyang kept pounding the coffin; I quickly locked onto her location and began digging downward.

Luckily, there was air in the coffin. Even if she had been buried a little longer, she managed to endure.

"The way back is blocked, the rocks and lizard corpse sealed it off." I was shocked down when the lizard collapsed the well entrance, landing before it.

Shunfeng hid in the crevice between rocks. Lucky for him, he wasn’t squashed into a pancake and dodged the falling stones above.

Shunfeng took out a talisman from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, illuminated the surroundings, then pointed to where I saw him riding the lizard, saying, "There’s a path there, but I don’t know where it leads."

"We’ll find out by checking it out." Right now, we don’t have any other options. This place might experience another collapse; we must find a stable, solid structure to stay.

Every few minutes, Shunfeng lit a sheet of paper for illumination, ensuring we weren’t veering off path.

I don’t remember if I ever told him I have night vision, but I’m happy to see those useless yellow papers being put to use, so I kept silent and let him burn them.

"Hey, what did you use to injure that giant beast? It looks really impressive." Feeling bored on the way, Xiangyang proactively started chatting with Shunfeng.

"Hey, kid? How old are you, don’t take advantage!" Shunfeng immediately bristled.

Xiangyang looked almost like Baozi, so Shunfeng wasn’t wrong; they should be contemporaries.

"Oh... sorry, I just wanted to seem a bit younger, cough, I’m 58, then... shall I call you lad?" Xiangyang was a bit embarrassed, as if her lie had been exposed.

However, she seemed to misunderstand something. Both Shunfeng and I thought she and Baozi were almost the same age, they should be considered contemporaries, so calling herself the big sister certainly hinted at taking advantage.

"Don’t be ridiculous, you’re 58, then I’m 85." Shunfeng fundamentally didn’t believe it, chuckled twice.

"Our Riding the Wind Clan’s average lifespan is 200 years, 58 is the prime of youth, equivalent to your humans’ twenties. If so, does it make me seem younger?" If she didn’t mention, I almost forgot their clan’s real name is Riding the Wind Clan, the Flying·Fast Foot·Clan is a nickname given by our clan.

Xiangyang explained earnestly, not allowing Shunfeng to doubting the truthfulness of her words. His mouth twitched, already not knowing how to respond.

"Yes, call me sis quickly." I patted Shunfeng’s back.

"Yang!" Shunfeng called with particular respect and correctness, as if calling an elder.

"You don’t really need to be so surprised; 300 years isn’t that astonishing. I’ve heard from the clan elders that long ago, there have been races that lived for a thousand or ten thousand years."

"Ah, I know, tortoises and turtles, right?" As soon as Shunfeng said this, he got kicked by me.

"What’s wrong?" Shunfeng was puzzled by my kick.

"She’s talking about a race, just like them!" I gritted my teeth.

"Really? Then, the thing they chant on TV, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand ten thousand years, is also true?"

"That’s humans’ beautiful wish," Xiangyang laughed as she spoke, then she asked again, "You still haven’t said, what weapon did you use to injure the giant beast?"

Shunfeng’s eyes lit up, refreshed, and grinned: "It’s nothing special; I got this Vajra Demon Suppression Pestle from a master, supposedly used by the Esoteric Sect master to slay demons, kill the Demon King that came from the depths of the snow mountain!"

"How much did you pay for it?" I looked at the ’intricate’ magic artifact in his hand, and casually asked.

"999, at an explosion price, worth it or not? Originally priced at 19,999. The master said it’s fated with me, said powerful magic artifacts will seek their new owner themselves. He couldn’t not sell it to me, just symbolically charged some shipping and transportation costs."

Shunfeng was gleefully praising the master for his divine foresight, surely knowing he would face danger on this trip, especially sending a ’weapon’ from afar.

I nodded knowingly; no wonder the big lizard was so furious. I guess it’s because Shunfeng used cheap goods to stab it, making it feel the ancient beast’s reputation was disgraced, feeling undervalued.

"Hey~ next time I’ve got to find him, 999 isn’t expensive, but it’s single-use, squandering heavenly treasures. I must ask if the master has magic artifacts that can be recycled after use."

The talisman that could serve as a Fire Stick, the one-time-use Demon Suppression Pestle, Shunfeng’s magic artifacts for demon-killing and monster-catching are ever-changing, but unfortunately, he hasn’t realized that his true ultimate skill is his great fortune!