The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 321 - 274: The All-Purpose Employee

Some things can’t be thought about too deeply. For example, if Shunfeng thinks of Yellow Springs as the bathtub of the giant lizard, he’ll spit out the water he just drank.

After struggling several times, he finally learned to hypnotize himself, using some soil purification theory to comfort himself.

Xiangyang didn’t have so many thoughts. She drank without stress, and I had no psychological burdens either. After all, once it’s in the stomach, it gets broken down, no matter how dirty it is, it won’t upset the stomach.

Moreover, I was drinking together with them just to accompany them. Not knowing how long we’ll be stuck here, if I didn’t eat or drink, they’d find it very strange.

After seven consecutive days, Shunfeng’s beard had grown quite a bit, but there was still no movement above.

The always optimistic Shunfeng started feeling low, likely due to hunger, to the point where he didn’t even have the strength to talk.

I instructed Shunfeng and Xiangyang to stay on the helipad, lying on the boat to conserve energy. Meanwhile, I went to Yellow Springs daily to fetch water and catch bugs to grill for them to eat.

However, living creatures were scarce in this place. They could only have one meal a day, and it barely filled them. If things continued like this, they could only hold out for a month at most.

"Senior..."

At night, while keeping watch, I heard Shunfeng call me. I jumped onto the wooden boat where he was sleeping and saw him taking something out of his chest.

"I... I’m not going to make it, please... please deliver this to my parents back home. Tell... them that their son... is a Demon Suppressing Warrior."

Technically, it had only been a week, so Shunfeng shouldn’t be at the end of his rope, plus his pulse was stable, though a bit weak.

After arranging his affairs, I lowered my head to see what he was holding. It was a soil-yellow scale, as large as a palm, presumably torn from the lizard’s body.

Such a large scale showed just how big the lizard was. If he told others that he fought with such a giant lizard, they’d certainly think he was boasting.

"Dream on. You aren’t dying yet. Although I’ll keep your last words, now go back to sleep." I took the scale from his hand, mounted my palm over his eyes, and brushed down, closing his eyes for him.

As it turned out, he was just groggy; by the next morning, he awoke calling for food.

The exit above the cave where the ship was docked wouldn’t open, and there were no other cracks to escape. Although Xiangyang might have inherited Fajina’s regenerative power, she still needed water and food to survive.

If no rescue came in another seven days, I would face the choice of whether to feed them blood, as I did on the Shell Ship.

This was the last attempt, a desperate measure. Of course, I hoped I wouldn’t have to face such a choice.

As day by day passed, Shunfeng and Xiangyang lost all their strength. The initially fine summer camp had turned into a journey of death.

Before falling into a coma, Xiangyang softly called me to her side, telling me the stories her grandmother passed down to her, the stories interrupted and sometimes inexpressive, ending with her asking if I was the person in the story.

She said her family had passed down this story for generations, from mother to daughter, or grandmother to granddaughter, a story about longing for their homeland.

Stories are just stories, mixed with untrue elements, and a bunch of women slashing each other all day is hardly something to be remembered.

If Fajina concocted these tales for her descendants, she might have already become senile and unclear-minded.

If I weren’t part of this ’beautiful kingdom’ Xiangyang mentioned, I might have believed this slightly nostalgic, yet melancholic and sad story.

But for children, stories too cruel and bloody are inappropriate. Like fairy tales, the darkness must always be turned into something beautiful.

On the sixteenth day of being trapped, watching the severely weakened Shunfeng and Xiangyang, I silently decided to let them leave their fate to chance.

Previously, feeding blood to Chen Qinghan and the others maintained two forces in balance within me. Now, I’ve turned green again; if I feed Shunfeng blood, the outcome is unpredictable.

Chen Qinghan’s constitution is undoubtedly different, allowing him to successfully fuse with my clan’s blood. But Shunfeng is different; he’s just an ordinary person. Feeding him blood amidst an unbalanced power could have consequences worse than Cong Zhibo’s.

As for Xiangyang, she might inherently have my clan’s bloodline. Supposedly, she should be able to merge with my blood, but then she’d become my bloodline’s inheritor. Yet, one person can only have one bloodline inheritor; more would result in instinctive competition, uncontrollably attacking and tearing each other apart until the number dwindles to one.

This might also be why my clan is daily engaged in infighting, born as repellent individuals with no mental racial cohesion, united by interest and divided because of it.