The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 220 - 221: Christmas Tree

"I understand, the times have changed, it is no longer an era when we can act as we please." Otuna sighed as if she hadn’t heard me.

"Glad you know, resurrecting a corpse is illegal, quickly return the remains to the family."

Those memories can’t be faked. I believe Chen Xiaonuan is indeed dead, but even if it’s a corpse, without family consent, she can’t be taken, and the donation clauses don’t mention free resurrection.

"Law? Hahaha... This is the open sea, which country’s law should I follow? Xi, did prison make you dumb? What a pity."

"Hmm, you’re right, thanks for the reminder."

"You want to kill me?"

"No, I’m just offering cremation services."

As I raised my hand, Qinghan grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand down.

"You haven’t asked the vault password yet." Qinghan’s reason left me speechless.

"Vault password? I can tell you, but the contents have long been emptied. Research requires funds, vast funds, right?"

"Indeed, but my cremation services are free!!"

Before I could lose it again, Qinghan hugged me tightly, clutching my wrist, preventing me from unleashing Karmic Fire.

When did his strength surpass mine?!

Otuna was momentarily shocked, Qinghan skillfully bound my arms together, palms facing, with a rope wrapping around my hand, making me unable to unleash Karmic Fire. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Why are you tying me up? She’s the real villain about to destroy humanity!"

"Destroy humanity? Better say evolve. Immortality, supernatural powers... only a few of you possess them, doesn’t this superiority feel addictive?" Qinghan’s eyes were cold, mocking, "I drank your blood, didn’t I turn out fine? Even gained extraordinary strength. Xiaonuan isn’t dead either, she’s alive in another form, isn’t this good? She’s right, you’re selfish, unwilling to let ordinary people become like you."

"I thought so, why would you have the aura of our people, it’s truly a miracle—would you like to join my research? Trust me, you’ll gain more than you want." Otuna looked exhilarated, her gaze at Qinghan reminiscent of a sudden price drop on pork.

"Of course, it’s an honor, thank you, without you I might not have met my sister." Qinghan spoke sincerely, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"No worries, she helped me too, as long as I’m alive, she’ll live, and you can see her every day."

"Fine, as long as you’re happy, I’ve fulfilled my promise, farewell~" Looking at their colluding faces might infuriate me enough to set myself ablaze, better part ways on a clean note.

"Stop, you can leave, but hand over the Karmic Fire." Otuna’s face suddenly turned sour, back when she ascended the throne, we were in good terms, she was gentle and magnanimous, claiming to be a benevolent ruler.

But since she obsessed over genetic modification, she changed... or perhaps her prior gentleness was just a facade she grew bored of maintaining.

"Hand it over, it’ll return to me anyway, you know this." Even with my hands bound, my attitude remained unyielding.

"It used to be, but not anymore—if he can accept your blood, and fully inherit your lineage, maybe the Karmic Fire will recognize him."

"Karmic Fire has its own will, it decides who to follow, not me. I can’t hand it over; summon it if you have the power." Many coveted this mighty weapon, none succeeded in taking it back then.

"Take her in!" Otuna signaled Qinghan, treating him like a subordinate.

"I’m not going in, you treacherous gou—let go of me!"

Ignoring my denial, Qinghan lifted me and entered the ’Big Bamboo’ with Otuna.

Otuna held the Crystal Ball, the Big Bamboo’s top instantly opened an entrance, pressing Qinghan’s shoulder, our bodies felt light.

Freed from Earth’s gravity, we floated like astronauts in a space station.

When the ’Big Bamboo’ emerged, the key was in her hand; I’ve never toured its interior, only heard from victims of genetic modifications how terrifying it is inside.

Actually, it’s not terrifying inside—just flamboyant, a vast space filled by a leafless and flowerless tree. It’s unclear how many colors it contains, possibly the world’s most complete ’spectrum’?

The trunk isn’t thick, but there are many branches, branches so abundant that no leaves seem more like leaves, creating a lush illusion, like large cotton candy suspended on skewers.

Some branches hang ornament-like balls, inside which curls a shadow, surely something’s within them.

"Xi, you should really change your mindset; these people are volunteers, I didn’t force anyone into this experiment—they’re here because they desire a better future."

"Joined a pyramid scheme after losing your throne?" I sighed, shaking my head, "You weren’t much as a queen, but you can surely dupe a crowd in a pyramid scheme."

Before she replied, I quickly added, "We’re not that close—call me by my full name, you give me chills."

"An Xi, don’t you want to revive your—"

"No, resurrecting like this would be lesser than death." I always opposed her plans; occupying Chen Xiaonuan’s corpse was accidental. Her plan was to seize living bodies for her and her followers.

Her deeds remind me of a movie seen long ago, a thousand-year-old mummy, reconstructing the body by absorbing live parts.

"Fine, we have time; perhaps you will change your mind." Otuna raised the Crystal Ball like a magical stepmother from a fairy tale, gently lowering us to the ground.

The space under the tree resembles an altar, with a round stone platform, surrounded by light pillars, walls with reliefs—likely the background seen in Qinghan’s video.

The tree grows at the center of the platform, its surface marked with engravings, which upon closer look, seem like writing.

The grooves hold dark brown powder, exuding a strong bloody smell.

Afterward, I was tossed in a corner, while they chatted about stars and the moon—Otuna seemed fond of Qinghan, more passionate than I’ve ever seen her toward anyone else.

She told him about her ideals, aspirations, how misunderstood she is, even colluding to persecute her.