Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 109 Skull Diary
The diary was started three years ago. The handwriting is somewhat childish, like neat squares. Some words that the person didn't know how to write were circled or blacked out. This person is probably not very good at writing. The sentences and words are tangled and the logic and word order are mixed. Some parts need to be read carefully two or three times to understand the meaning.

But after reading two or three pages, Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and a chill ran down his spine.

The skeleton belonged to a group of eighteen people. One entry said that in the end, only he remained in the group. The diary also mentioned that the path they took to enter this place was completely different from their own group. That path was extremely dangerous. After entering the ancient tomb, half of the group was gone. However, the path they took should be the main entrance, following the order of the sacrifice.

Finding nothing on the sacrificial altar, they descended along the plank road. Below the plank road was a bottomless, emerald-green pool of water, impossible to reach without professional diving equipment. After probing around once, they surfaced again and looked up to find that the plank road where their equipment was stored was six or seven meters away. The water level was still dropping, and all the usable equipment was left on the shore. They were completely helpless, like blind men groping in the dark. They had no choice but to climb into the mine shaft on the rock wall, while some climbed the bronze tree.

It was at this moment that the owner of the diary climbed into the cave where Wu Xiaoxie was now.

Just when they thought they were safe for the time being, many large tentacles suddenly emerged from the pool. Each one had a gaping maw and grabbed the people on the bronze tree, tearing and chewing them. Those who hid in the cave were not spared either. The tentacles smashed through the rocks, reached in, bit them, dragged them out, and tore them in half. Blood rained down and the heavy smell of blood was suffocating.

The diary's owner was lucky; he managed to hide deep inside the cave. When his tentacles struck the rocks, rubble collapsed, blocking the entrance. He could only huddle tightly against the rock wall, listening to the continuous gunfire and screams outside. He was so terrified that he fainted several times, too afraid to make a sound. Suddenly, a violent explosion came from outside, and a small piece of rock fell and hit him on the head, knocking him unconscious immediately.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up from his coma, his body cold and stiff. Outside, there was a deathly silence, not a sound in the entire space. Through the cracks in the rubble, he saw a flashlight lying on the ground, still lit, and a broken half of a hand holding it.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. The disaster had come unexpectedly, and even though the desperate criminals used explosives at the last moment, they could not escape the fate of total annihilation.

He was trapped in the cave for seven days. He didn't have much food with him to begin with, and what was worse, he lost his water bladder during his escape. He was hungry and thirsty, and the dark despair was about to engulf him. He wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid that his mother at home would be left without anyone to take care of her. He felt increasingly remorseful and regretful for his reckless act of coming to his death.

In the following days, he became delirious from hunger. In the darkness, he was in a semi-conscious state from time to time and had no concept of time. He only knew that he was very thirsty and was going crazy with thirst. In a daze, he felt a little dripping sound next to his head and a few drops of water splashed onto his face.

The miracle happened!
At that moment, he didn't have time to think about what was going on. He just instinctively moved his body with difficulty and leaned over to let the water droplets fall into his mouth. The water droplets fell faster and faster, and soon became a stream as thin as the tip of a chopstick. He greedily swallowed this divine gift, drinking until his stomach was swollen and he could drink no more, before reluctantly stopping.

The water was truly like a gift from the gods. It was at least 20 to 30 meters below the surface, and there were no cracks inside the rocky mountain. Even if a flash flood broke out outside, the rainwater could not seep in through the rocks.

After regaining his strength, he opened the empty bag of compressed biscuits and used small stones to hold it in place to collect water.

Water can only quench thirst, not fill you up. He couldn't help but fantasize about having some food in his pocket. Thinking this, he chuckled to himself and patted his pocket. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He reached in and touched it, only to find a completely unopened compressed biscuit.

What happened next was quite surreal. He possessed a cookie that could never be finished. No matter how much he ate, the part he had just eaten would return to its original state the moment he looked away. This made him seriously doubt that he had eaten a fake cookie.

He once suspected that this was a hallucination he had before he died. It is said that people who freeze to death are completely naked because, due to the low temperature, the brain will issue a "heating" command to protect the most important internal organs first. Other parts that are ignored gradually lose their ability to accurately distinguish and produce the illusion of heat, thinking that they have been rescued and have arrived in a warm place. Then they get hotter and hotter, and involuntarily take off their clothes to dissipate heat. In the end, they lie naked in the snow and ice, with a smile on their face forever.

However, he later discovered that it was not a hallucination.

Perhaps he went mad along with the world.

(End of this chapter)