The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 342 - 282: Tragedy

A person wanting to break free from the laws of nature must follow an unnatural path, which is usually a crooked one.

The monster with Three Heads and Six Arms howled in pain; its remaining four arms suddenly morphed, skin loosening, bones transforming into a spear, an axe, a scimitar, and a dagger.

"Fancy tricks," I muttered, dodging the spear it thrust at me, while two streams of Karmic Fire roared forth continuously.

I could kill it in one blow, but if it died, we wouldn’t be able to ask what we wanted to know. So, I aimed one stream of Karmic Fire at its leg and the other at its arm.

In the blink of an eye, its six arms became four half-arms, and its four legs turned into three half-legs.

Unable to stand, it fell to the ground, howling in pain. Perhaps it had lost the ability to speak.

At this moment, Nanduo on the platform suddenly sat up and said ’stop’ in the language of my tribe.

"No, I won’t." I might have been a bit rebellious today, wanting to do the opposite of what others said. Besides, the Three Heads and Six Arms could still move; as long as it had bones, it could secretly attack people.

"Seeking death..." The goddess of Sakura, holding Nanduo’s hand, suddenly sat up too. Though their voices were different, the tone was exactly the same as Nanduo’s.

Could holding hands make them a single person?

Nanduo, who had her eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide and glared at me, then froze.

"How is it... you?" Nanduo wanted to speak respectfully but changed her tone at the last moment.

"I came to find you."

"Find me? You know I’m still alive?"

"I don’t know if others know, I guessed. I’m here to ask you something, who hid the documents about the Sedition Plan?"

"Sedition Plan?"

"It was your handling; such a big accident happened. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"

"Those documents were already destroyed, by the queen’s order."

"Someone secretly kept a copy. There are only a few people who had the chance to access them: Zhaosi and her close confidants, including you."

"I didn’t!"

"Then who did?"

"Is—why should I tell you, why are you the one asking?"

From Nanduo’s reaction, she knew nothing about the changes in the outside world. She still thought our tribe hadn’t changed, handling leaks by the department first, only involving Inosi’s security department if they couldn’t resolve it.

After all, such matters wouldn’t involve me. Speaking across a gap of millennia, too much had happened in between. When Nanduo was exiled from the tribe, I hadn’t yet entered the Tomb Prison, so she knew nothing of subsequent events.

"This is a long story."

On hearing ’long story,’ Nanduo simply didn’t listen, and with her conjoined person, jumped down from the stone platform, rushing to the side of the Three Heads and Six Arms, intending to help it up.

"Bring it on me, don’t hurt him." Nanduo helped the Three Heads and Six Arms lie back on the stone platform.

"It attacked me; what, do I have to stand still and let it chop me?"

"He thought you were going to hurt me."

"I thought it was going to kill me."

"He’s sick, confused, please forgive him."

"I have no need to trouble it. But as I said, who leaked the documents?"

"Why are you asking this? Is it related to border safety? Did... Zhaosi not tell?"

"She’s dead."

"Who?"

"Zhaosi."

The shock on Nanduo’s face shattered all her previous pretenses. Our quick question and answer left her no time to sort her emotions.

"Yes, that’s right, she’s dead, the tribe is scattered, the queen and the leaders of the rebellion both disapp—well, it’s that they both disappeared at the same time separately, which isn’t important; the outside world has undergone a tremendous transformation, and very few of our clan remain."

These few words summarized the transformation within the tribe, something for Nanduo to digest for a while.

"Is there a man beside this woman, did you see?" I nodded with my chin at the goddess of Sakura.

"He jumped into the well." Nanduo, thinking, answered absent-mindedly.

"The one outside?"

"Mm."

"The world outside is different now, even the remaining clan members live in hiding; you’d better think carefully yourself."

In a rush to confirm Chen Qinghan’s situation, I left a word and turned to walk out.

I jogged back to the sacrificial platform, having tested this well before, not knowing how deep it really was. Chen Qinghan jumped in, who knows where he ended up.

I crawled bit by bit into the well, threw a glow stick downwards, watching as the beam of light was swallowed by endless darkness.

"Chen Qinghan—Professor Chen—Chen—" I called as I crawled. My intuition told me he wasn’t dead, but I just couldn’t tell where he was.