Wang Xiaomie's diary: Today I picked up garbage underground, whimpers...
I seem to have forgotten many things, clearly in a mysterious place, but also very satisfied with this sense of dissonance.
My father, mother, and my previous life have been obscured by a white cloth, Wang Xiaomie expressionlessly looks at the unfamiliar himself in the giant bronze mirror. With a handsome face and gentle eyes, he is a comforting person even when not smiling.
Wang Xiaomie slowly furrows his brow. He's dead, turned into a zombie, and has a lover from over a thousand years ago, now living in the underground palace, yet he has accepted it so quickly.
Even when seeing strange things, there is no fear or suspicion, as if this emotion is lost...
This can't be possible and is not scientific!
"Am I possessed?" Wang Xiaomie stands in the immense and spacious palace, looking through the bronze mirror, the rows of candles around the palace create a terrifying atmosphere. In the past, he would have been scared to death, but now he feels a centuries-old freedom.
Wang Xiaomie murmured, "Something's not right..." What happened to me?
"What is Shixiong doing?" A pair of hands are placed on his shoulders from both sides, a gentle smiling face leans close to his ear, but a somewhat coldness is reflected in the yellowish mirror.
Wang Xiaomie can feel the hands on his shoulder with great force, the long, thin fingers feel like iron hooks, fiercely grabbing him. If he weren't a corpse now, he would probably scream in pain.
If it were anyone else, being suddenly approached or forcibly grasped by the shoulder might startle them, and a few might even immediately push away and say, "Hey, are you crazy?"
But Wang Xiaomie cannot muster any anger at the face in the bronze mirror, not even a hint of rage, and just obediently lets the other person hold him.
"Shixiong, you need to be good. I was really worried when I woke up and didn't see you. Don't ever leave me too far from now on, okay?" Wen Feng Jin sighs, with a tone of affection and helplessness, as his cold palm gently combs Wang Xiaomie's hair.
They look like perfect lovers.
Wang Xiaomie twitches his finger, feeling annoyed at being looked at like this. He thinks, "None of your business, you've been tying my shoelaces these days!" But sweetly says, "Okay, I won't next time."
Wang Xiaomie: “...”
When did I become so exaggeratedly contradictory?
"Why are you here today?"
"Just wandering around, nothing interesting."
The first time he saw the accumulated treasure of gold bars and pearls in a side hall, he could have rushed over and shouted for a windfall, but now he just plays with those things every day with a blank expression.
This tomb palace lies dormant underground, as if it could swallow sound.
It's oppressively silent.
"If we had a net and a phone to play games, that would be great...I haven't watched anime for a long time!" Wang Xiaomie let out the howl of a death fatty.
Wen Feng Jin said, "Are you referring to the kind of tools that modern humans use? If it's that kind of thing, there are plenty in the side hall, all left behind by grave robbers who died in the mechanisms of the underground palace, and their equipment has been taken to the side hall by the little creatures I raise."
"Let's go, I'll take you there."
Wang Xiaomie follows behind Wen Feng Jin. As they pass through one tower and stone steps after another, Wen Feng Jin sometimes touches a wall or a certain stone carving.
Perhaps it's too quiet, Wang Xiaomie asks softly, "What about the bodies?"
Wen Feng Jin turns back and winks, then says with a smile, "I consumed them."
Wang Xiaomie: "...Is it, is it delicious?"
Wen Feng Jin: "Haha, I'm kidding."
"..." Why do I feel like you're telling the truth.
When they arrive at the outer side hall, Wang Xiaomie is shocked and speechless as he looks at the floor full of gear waiting to be 'licked', especially the packs inside, some modern, some like the old canvas backpacks from the 90s.
Some are even older, tattered and reduced to dust at a touch. And Wang Xiaomie also found many ancient weapons like Tang knives, not knowing if they were used by modern grave robbers to cut zongzi, or the weapons of the earliest tomb raiders.
Picking up a dusty knife and wiping it, Wang Xiaomie is amazed to find that its blade is still as bright and sharp as ever!
In addition to this, as he quickly opens what looks like a new backpack, the hamster inside squeals excitedly, pulling out its contents and laying them on the ground.
"Wow—! Glow sticks, flashlights, lighters, notebooks—there are even canned goods and biscuits! They're still good! Great!" Wang Xiaomie also found several phones that were turned off, and eagerly opened them only to find them all password protected.
There was only one still flickering light trying desperately to stay on, but after a few seconds it died due to power exhaustion...
Wang Xiaomei watched the sacrificed phone and shed tears of sorrow.
It must be said that scavenging and treasure hunting are truly addictive. Wang Xiaomei finally understood why so many people in the game would risk everything to loot a package.
He eagerly opened package after package, stacking up all the canned food, treating compressed biscuits and jerky as precious treasures, and neatly arranging personal items like a watch and a photo before returning them into the bags.
As he searched through the items, he mumbled to himself, "How can the owner of this bag carry so much beef jerky? Aren't they afraid it's too heavy? This canned food seems like it's about to expire, I should eat it soon! Oh, I should grab a notebook and a pen. I want to write down my experiences and post them online, hehe, maybe I'll become the next Robinson Crusoe!"
As Wang Xiaomei reached into the next backpack, he felt a soft red object, and upon pulling it out, his face turned red with embarrassment.
"Why would a tomb raider carry a woman's bra? Is it for warding off evil? Damn!?"
He quickly put the bra back, and then found a few black donkey hoofs and a block of alcohol used for cooking.
"Not bad, I can stew the donkey hoofs with this! Oh no, I'm a dumpling now! Can I eat this thing!?" Wang Xiaomei looked up at Wen Fengjin and waved the donkey hoofs in his hand, asking, "Fengjin, can I eat this?"
Wen Fengjin, who was squatting in front of him at the time, propped his chin with one hand and smiled as he watched him rummage through the items, and responded, "Those tomb raiders always carry these things, but they're actually useless, you can eat them."
"Great! I'll stew it today!"
"Oh my, why is this person carrying several packs of hot pot seasoning? Looks like they're specially made too... but I didn't see them carrying any meat or other things, could it be that they drink the hot pot soup directly..."
The person who would drink hot pot soup directly? Wang Xiaomei's butthole tightened, this person is really tough! That butthole is so strong!
Wang Xiaomei, who was happily scavenging, had the leisure to take advantage of his situation and play dumb, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, "I used to be a foodie who had to become a member of a gourmet delivery service, but now I've fallen to the point of scavenging for food in the garbage heap. Sob sob sob~"
"Wow! Who brought the self-heating hot pot? It smells so good!"
Wen Fengjin looked at the person scavenging on the ground like a little mouse and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He's really cute.
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