Chapter 95 Turning Around After Many Years (updated on January 1, 2015)

By that time, I was no longer a rookie who was easily frightened. As a result, when the thing behind the door turned around, I was only slightly frightened and tilted my head in case something came spewing out.

But in that split second, I had already clearly seen that it was a broken gas mask, the upper part of which was covered with dust. Maybe my actions just now had upset the balance of the things piled up against the door?

I shook the door again. Although it didn’t seem to move, I could clearly hear the sound of debris falling and hitting the ground. Fatty and Feng immediately came up to help, which eventually caused a chain reaction. A lot of things crashed into the water, and all the dirt underneath floated up due to the agitation.

Fatty was energetic and made us take a few steps back so that he could lift his foot and kick it. After a few hard kicks, the door really did come loose. We could hear some big objects fall away, which caused some water to splash on our faces through the crack. With one more kick, the door finally opened.

When we pushed it open, we finally saw the situation on the other side. There were all kinds of metal and bronze implements, both ancient and modern. I picked up the gas mask and found that there was a skull inside of it. The bronze I had seen before was actually a bronze Tibetan helmet.

This person was wearing a gas mask but wearing a Tibetan helmet, which really wasn’t all that unusual. In this area, objects from all ages were merged together. In Motuo, for example, you would often see locals wearing traditional clothes, using iPhones, and driving four-wheel off-road vehicles. During World War II, there was also a hump route here in the Himalayan foothills where transport planes crashed all the time. It wouldn’t have been unusual for the Kangbaluo people to have some World War II-era armaments.

We lit another torch and looked around. The previously dark area behind the stone door was now illuminated, revealing wooden towers one by one. After looking carefully, we felt that it was a huge warehouse. The accumulated water was deeper here and went as high as our waists so we held the torch higher in order to light a bigger area around us. We could see that this deep cave was filled with rows of huge wooden towers that looked like bookshelves. One tower had several levels while a few others had collapsed into the water, leaving the wooden bases completely soaked. Most of the towers were still intact and full of all kinds of things.

Fatty pulled something from a nearby shelf that was similar to a thick rag and patted it. As the dust dispersed, the tower collapsed with a bang.

The torch illuminated the thing in Fatty’s hand and we found that it was a stack of scriptures written on grass pages.

“Is this a library?”

For the Kangbaluo people, these scriptures may have been extremely precious, perhaps even more so than their own lives. After the disaster, they must have moved everything that they thought was precious here in hopes of preserving them.

Of course, scriptures weren’t the only things on the towers, but everything was covered in dust and I couldn’t tell what they were. The towers were also very fragile so I dared not touch any of them.

Feng, who was standing off to the side, suddenly made a sound with his tongue to attract our attention. We pointed the torch over there and saw a huge stone tower that was bigger than any of the other wooden towers in this area. It was covered in Kangbaluo patterns and filled with all kinds of goods.

“It’s not a library. These towers are all graves,” Feng said. He brought the torch closer and lit up the inside of the tower, where I saw the shadow of a human figure. “The things on the towers may be their funerary objects.”

“Are they Kangbaluo people?” I frowned, trying to get a better look at the body inside when Fatty suddenly asked, “Did someone bury him with these things?”

We turned our heads and saw Fatty casting the torchlight on a large bundle of dusty grenades sitting on the stone tower. “But this is more in line with my temperament. If I die, remember to put a few bundles of detonators in my coffin. Whoever wants to rob my grave, I’ll stuff their butt full of them.”

Feng pinched his brow in thought. Then, he suddenly seemed to realize something because he swept the torchlight through the wooden towers one by one before going to the grenades and illuminating the pull rings. We could all see a silk thread stretching out from one of the pull rings and winding around the wooden tower several times. The thread was pulled taut, so as long as it moved slightly, the pull ring would be pulled out: “These aren’t funerary objects,” Feng said.

《To be continued》

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Author’s Note: It seems that it hasn’t been updated for a long time. Now I’m slowly recovering my feeling. I hope I haven’t let you down. Finally, tomorrow is New Year’s Day. Happy New Year, Mua-mua-mua! Please continue to read Nan Pai San Shu’s work, “Sand Sea.”

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I need to rant so please feel free to skip (lot of cursing, but you should be used to that by now ahahahaha)

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WHAT THE EVER-LIVING FUCK?!!!!!!!!!! HOW THE HELL DID HE DECIDE THAT WAS A GOOD PLACE TO STOP?! AHHHHHHHHHHHH. I feel like I translated this fucking book for nothing! I was right 2 days ago, he is leaving it to our imaginations on how the fuck they get out! GAHHHHHH. HOW YOU GONNA PLAY US LIKE THAT, MAN?! And it’s been 5 years since he updated it. You know it’s never going to happen (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻ AHHHHHHH, I’M SO ANGRY! I’ve literally been sitting here for an hour just stewing over it and going “what the fuck… what the fuck… WHAT THE FUCK?!” I’d literally be flipping my damn coffee table if I didn’t have to clean it up afterwards. Also, the reason that chapter title is like that is because he took like a 6 month break between the last chapter and this one (in case you were wondering).

Updated 2/14/2022