Chapter 47: Newbie Village Weapon Get √
Not long after, the fishing boat came beside them, lowered two lifebuoys with ropes from the boat, and just in time rescued them before the boat completely disappeared on the sea level.
The treatment afterward was very good; they didn’t even need to exert themselves as the crew directly pulled them onto the boat. Once on board, they collapsed on the ground and couldn’t get up—these past few hours they had overexerted their strength and been terrified, and it was already impressive that they could remain conscious.
After a good while, Lin Yan was groggily pulled into the cabin to settle down. Wu Xie, clinging to his last bit of clarity, grabbed the ship captain beside him and asked, “Ship Captain, did you see Wu Yong? He’s the other one from our team who fell into the water.”
The ship captain nodded and pointed to the cabin: “He’s in there too, he’s fine.”
Great, he’s fine too! Wu Xie only felt his taut nerves suddenly relax, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness. Lin Yan heard a sudden commotion behind him, thought sea monkeys had come up, and alertly turned back to look, only to see the weakling Wu Xie directly faint. He immediately rolled his eyes: He’s too weak! From now on, he needs to urge him to exercise properly, otherwise how can he persist climbing mountains or diving? Going underground also requires good physical strength!
He completely forgot the fact that he himself was also a weakling; after all, he now needed someone to support him just to walk, his legs were as soft as noodles, and he would probably fall asleep as soon as he touched the bed.
Then he really lost consciousness as soon as he touched the bed, or rather, that wasn’t sleeping, that was passing out!
When he woke up again, Wu Xie had already been awake for a while, still in that unchanged wetsuit, hugging the notebook and mumbling: “.Figured something out? What do you mean not complicated? Exactly how did they go down?”
He struggled to sit up, found his limbs sore and weak, unable to muster any strength, and nearly failed to get up. It seemed like overexertion from before. He scratched his hair, felt tightness and discomfort on his body, looked down: Good grief, just like Wu Xie, still wearing the wetsuit! He grumbled discontentedly: “Couldn’t they just help me take this thing off?” While struggling to lift his hand to pull down the zipper.
After he slowly changed into more comfortable clothes, Wu Xie was still in that possessed-like state, still muttering to himself, looking like he was on the verge of obsession.
“What’s wrong? What does it say up there?”
“Hm?” Wu Xie snapped out of it, saw he was awake, and immediately excitedly pulled him over: “Lin Yan, come look quick at what I discovered!”
He quickly flipped the notebook to the first page, where a group of names was written, and he pointed to one of them with his finger: “Look, Zhang Qiling! I remember you said the Mute Bottle’s name is Zhang Qiling! So, the person who went to Xisha twenty years ago, is it him? Or someone else just like him, using the same name? Is this name just a code name?”
It was clear he really wanted to believe it was the latter result; after all, nearly twenty years had passed, and if Zhang Qiling was still so young and unchanged, that would be terrifying.
Subconsciously, he didn’t want to believe there existed people in this world who wouldn’t age, although after Lu King’s Palace his normal person’s worldview was already shaky, but he still didn’t want to completely abandon his ordinary person’s perception right now.
But reality is cruel.
Lin Yan glanced at it and lightly replied with two words: “It’s him.”
Wu Xie’s face was horrified, his pupils slightly contracting: “It’s really him? He… doesn’t age? If it’s really him, then after so many years, what exactly does he want by finding my Third Uncle again?”
Lin Yan thought about it; would directly telling him Zhang Qiling had amnesia seem too far-fetched? In the end, to avoid adding the final straw to Wu Xie’s already shaky worldview, he hinted indirectly: “But I saw that in Lu King’s Palace, he and your Third Uncle seemed not to know each other?”
Wu Xie muttered to himself: “But if the two of them went down together twenty years ago, why did both forget each other? Third Uncle lied to me saying he never went down, but clearly he did? What exactly happened after that, leading them both to never mention this experience again?..”
Lin Yan was getting annoyed by his muttering, and also afraid he might accidentally reveal some clue and lead his thinking astray, so he simply interrupted him: “Does it say anything else up there? Like where exactly the underwater tomb is, how to find the entrance, how to enter the entrance, what’s inside, and so on?”
Wu Xie’s train of thought was interrupted, he was stunned for a moment, then directly flipped the notebook to the end: “This is the last part, it says on July 21st, they were preparing to go down for the first time; on the 24th, they seemed to have discovered something down there.”
He was silent for a moment, his finger unconsciously rubbing on the notebook, right on a line of text—
“It looks like this ancient tomb isn’t ‘clean’ either.”
Lin Yan stared at this line for a long time, as if trying to stare a flower out of it.
Wu Xie felt a bit uneasy, he looked up and asked Lin Yan: “Are we short on preparations? Should we ask Zhang Hao and them for a black donkey hoof? And a Mojin charm, candle, peach wood, and such?”
Lin Yan exchanged a glance with him. Confirming with their eyes, they were both reminded of the experiences in Lu King’s Palace—under Lu King’s Palace being chased by zombies, chased by corpse beetles, chased by who-knows-what—both felt they really were a bit underprepared. Speaking of which, is it still in time now to ask the company for some tomb raiding equipment? If not, even a gun would do! They can’t make them fight zombies hand-to-hand with a small dagger, right?
The fact proved that the regulated ocean company really didn’t have any, or rather these few people who came with them really didn’t. After hearing their requests, Wu Yong scratched the back of his head very embarrassedly and told them that this batch of equipment with them didn’t have guns or anything like that, not even crossbows, let alone those things professional tomb robbers used.
Perhaps feeling really bad, while rummaging, Wu Yong pulled out a detachable multi-functional military shovel from the cargo hold storing equipment and handed it to them.
“How about you take this? This seems to be the only one left from the previous batch that wasn’t taken, there’s another one with Miss A Ning. Don’t underestimate it just because it’s a shovel, look here, this blade is pretty sharp.”
Alright, how is there another chatterbox? The previous chatterbox Wu Xie helplessly exchanged a glance with Lin Yan: Shouldn’t have come this trip, totally useless! But when leaving, they still disassembled and took the military shovel—waste not want not, and Wu Yong had explained it in such detail with five minutes of spittle-flying introduction, it would be too sorry not to take it.
By the way, perhaps Wu Yong saw they really weren’t interested in this shovel, he also took out a military dagger from the equipment and gave it to them; now they could say everyone had a dagger.
Although daggers aren’t much use against zombies, having one is better than none! Before, only Wu Xie had a defensive weapon between the two; now with an extra dagger and something that could be used as a long weapon, it still added a bit of confidence for going underground.
Mm, Wu Xie really only had a little bit; Lin Yan knew Zhang Qiling would show up sooner or later, so he was extremely fearless. If not afraid of others knowing, he could shout in the tomb: With the cheat by my side, who can touch me?
PS: Yes, that’s right, there’s another chapter tonight.
