The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 225 - 226: Hu Bishi Tosses the Coconut Tree

Chapter 225: Chapter 226: Hu Bishi Tosses the Coconut Tree

The painting depicted that his country was very small, nestled deep within mountain forests.

The beginning of its destruction was when someone unearthed that map, showing a few people in luxurious garments, vying for the map, even drawing swords against each other.

A bloodshed caused by a map eventually destroyed a country. What kind of power was that?

The stone slab outside the entrance was sealed by him, and the last painting he made showed a woman with long hair who squeezed through the crack in the slab, opening the secret chamber.

"Hmm? Isn’t this me?" The woman entered wearing only a top just enough to cover her thighs, exposing her legs, and when she left, she was wearing a black robe.

The woman in the painting left holding a green skull, which was the skull of the skeleton on the bed.

What does this mean? We agreed not to sell the remains, or does the deceased want me to take his head?

No, no, who would want someone to take only their head? If you’re going to bury someone, you take the whole body; I’ve never heard of a burial method called ’separated body and head’.

I walked back to the bed, picked up the skull, and took a closer look, discovering many fine lines etched on it, upon closer inspection it looked like a map.

Apart from him, no one else was in the room, so the map couldn’t have been carved after his death; but how did he carve a map onto his skull while alive?

"Amazing, what kind of black technology is this?" I exclaimed, running out of the secret chamber with the skull, back to the crack in the slab, and pushing the skull out.

"Chen, come check this out, there’s something interesting here."

Qinghan asked what it was, and I said it was a skull, with a map carved on it.

I squeezed out through the crack, returned his coat, and described everything I saw inside, including the mural content, to Qinghan.

Suddenly, the ground shook again, as if a creature beneath was moving.

It heaved and tossed, causing the surrounding rock walls and the collapsed areas above to convulse.

The structure of the cave was once again thrown off balance, and the rocks blocking the exit started tumbling down, while the floor itself sank.

The creature seemed to be descending further underground, and Qinghan grabbed me, urging me to climb onto his back, as he leapt upward using Qinggong, stepping on the falling rocks.

"Is anyone there? Are you still alive?" A powerful shout mingled with the sound of the cave collapsing.

"Old Bi!" I shouted upward, and Bi Shi quickly responded, throwing down a tree.

Or more accurately, she slid down a coconut tree for us to use as a rope, clutching its roots, while the rest stretched to the cave’s edge.

Whether you call it a rope or a ladder, this tree was as thick as a soup bowl but close to ten meters tall.

Qinghan wielded his sword, cutting away the rocks above, and upon seeing the tree slid down by Bi Shi, he immediately grasped onto its tip.

"Pull us up!" I shouted upwards.

Like Lu Zhishen pulling up a willow, Hu Bishi yanked the coconut tree with all her might, and not only did the tree go up, but we were flung up into midair with it.

I watched as the treetop Qinghan held snapped, and we sailed through the air tracing an arc.

As long as we weren’t buried underground, everything was fine; the area surrounding the cave was mostly grassland, so a scene straight out of a disaster was unlikely.

I released my grip on Qinghan’s neck, leaving the soft grass for him. I gave him a push to steer him away from the massive tree in front and into the nearby shrubbery.

Perhaps subconsciously, I still treated him as an ordinary person, like someone who’d break an arm or leg from a fall.

Luckily, the tree in front of me was sturdy. I hit it and fell down, rolling a few times before stopping.

Qinghan landed in the underbrush, rolled a few times, and quickly got back on his feet.

"This wretched place, it’s exhausting." I lay on the ground, unwilling to move, as I laid there posing like the drawing on a crime scene outline.

"Don’t pose as a corpse, get up quickly. The barrier is gone, those Black Knights will soon attack the island," Bi Shi reminded me.

I looked up at the sky, indeed seeing no Golden Net. Without its protection, submarines could attack the island.

Qinghan stayed to find Xiaonuan, but Xiaonuan’s body had been blown to bits in the recent explosion.

I stayed to confirm if Otuna was still alive; now that her ’vessels’ were all destroyed, her consciousness had nowhere to go and should have dispersed.

Her consciousness couldn’t randomly invade other creatures; coming upon Xiaonuan’s suitable body was likely a fluke, but the ’Big Bamboo’ ones were probably her deliberate cultivation. Though different in shape and ability, they all suited her consciousness’s control, which certainly wasn’t coincidence.

She might have wanted to keep a backup plan. In times of crisis like today, if Xiaonuan’s body were to be destroyed, she’d have other containers ready.

As long as her consciousness didn’t scatter and she had a suitable vessel, she could essentially achieve a different kind of ’immortality’.

If we hadn’t provoked her into losing reason, escape wouldn’t have been a problem. So, a psychological disorder can sometimes be deadlier than physical organic disease.

Otuna is no longer our biggest problem right now; it’s the submarine. I looked at Bi Shi and asked, "Aren’t you going to find He Su?"

She didn’t answer my question, dusting the dirt off her hands, and while eyeing the black robe I wore, she said, "You just went down for a moment, and now you’ve joined a cult?"

"Mondikara." I grinned smugly.

"Fallen Star Country?!" Bi Shi showed the astonishment I anticipated.

"Exactly, I found a secret chamber down there, and the door was made of their unique metal."

In our era, we were just as fascinated and interested in lost ancient civilizations.

Fallen Star Country is a moniker for a vanished ancient nation. Although it vanished, there are records of it in other contemporary countries.

For instance, they possessed a metal that emitted rainbow colors regardless of its form.

Legend has it that this metal came from a falling meteor, but according to records from other countries, the meteor was only as large as a football, yet the Mondikara people used it to make doors, windows, and furniture. Even if only royalty could use it, the combined volume of the finished products far surpassed the original size.

It’s akin to crafting a fishing boat from an iron piece the size of a football.

So, we always found it intriguing. Resource depletion is a concern for all civilizations, and finding that magical metal could save many resources.

But back then, Fallen Star Country had long disappeared, and there was no information left about that meteor.

For people today, no matter how relaxed the criteria, history stretches back no more than ten thousand years. Meanwhile, the Earth has been forming for over four billion years, with countless events unimaginable to present-day humans.