Chapter Thirty-Nine: She Actually Woke Up

  I had just opened that green notebook and was shocked to find that the first page read "T30 Task Report"

  I looked down at the handsome young man who was still lying on the ground, unconscious. Could he really be T30? No way! He looks about my age, how could he possibly be T30?

  It's obvious that I don't think the handsome young man lying on the ground is t30 as mentioned by t35. According to t35's records, t30 was the leader of this task, the person in charge. Moreover, just by glancing at the entire tomb chamber without entering all the chambers, it's impossible for someone without professional standards, talent and experience to know the structural characteristics of the entire tomb. Even older experts who specialize in this field may not necessarily be able to achieve this point.

  As for what kind of person T30 is, I would rather believe he's an old man or a capable middle-aged man. Perhaps there's a hint of unwillingness to admit it or a psychological resistance, but in any case, I absolutely cannot believe that the handsome young man lying unconscious on the ground is the so-called T30.

  I shook my head, let out a soft sigh, and put down the flashlight which was getting heavy, not to mention how tiring it was to look at this notebook. I simply placed the flashlight on the ground, and then also put the notebook on the ground, letting the strong light shine obliquely onto the notebook, and suddenly everything became clear.

  I placed my left hand on the right page of the notebook, wanting to turn the page. Just as my hand touched the right page, I felt like a pair of iron pliers had tightly clamped onto my left hand. The entire stone room was so quiet, and I had previously shone my flashlight around carefully, but there was nothing in the room except for me. Originally, I thought the whole room would be very quiet, never thinking that anything unexpected would happen.

  This sudden movement startled me, but my reaction was to quickly pull my hand back. However, contrary to my expectations, my hand seemed to be stuck in the ground and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull it out. I didn't dare look at what was on my left hand and I didn't want to look either. Now all I wanted to do was pull my hand back and run away as fast as possible.

  No matter how hard I tried to pull my hand back, it wouldn't budge. Suddenly, a phrase came to mind: "It's better to lose an arm than to lose one's life." As the saying goes, "A good death is not as good as a bad life," and with that thought, my right hand felt its way to the ancient sword.

  Just as I was about to swing the ancient sword at the place where my wrist and an unknown object were connected, I heard a handsome voice saying "Wait." As soon as I heard this voice, my right hand, which had already been raised, slowly put down again, but the right hand holding the ancient sword tightened its grip.

  This voice was clearly emitted from in front of me, the entire stone chamber only had the corpse with the code name T35 and the handsome man lying beside me. It's definitely impossible to say that this voice came from T35, if a person has half their face torn off and is covered in wounds all over their body, they can still speak, unless it's a vengeful spirit that won't disperse.

  Since it's impossible to be T35, I took advantage of the strong light from the flashlight and looked down at the handsome young man. His eyes were already open, and the hand that was tightly grasping my wrist was a slender one, which belonged to this handsome young man.

  Before I could even speak, the handsome man sprang up with a 'thud', and I couldn't tell if he was friend or foe. My vigilance was extremely strong, so I immediately held my ancient sword in front of my chest, ready to defend myself.

  But what followed was not an attack by the handsome young man, he simply sat up.

  "Huh?" The handsome young man made a sound, his eyes fixed intently on the ancient sword in my hand.

  Does he know how to identify antiques? If he does, I'm in trouble. For ordinary people's psychology, being able to make a sound of doubt or surprise means that the other party is interested in it. If this handsome young man in front of me is interested in the ancient sword in my hand, wouldn't I be unlucky? This guy's strength is so great, and now he's close to me, how can I defeat him?

  "Where did you get this sword?" The handsome young man blinked his eyes and looked at me.

  Was he really an expert? He asked me where the ancient sword came from as soon as he opened his mouth. "Who are you?" I watched him vigilantly, but didn't answer his question.

  The handsome young man looked at me, then looked at the left hand he was holding, and smiled "Ah, sorry, I've offended you." He immediately loosened his grip on my left hand.

  As soon as the pressure was released, I retreated several steps like an arrow leaving a bowstring. Judging from the force with which this handsome young man had grasped my wrist, it was clear that he was a skilled martial artist; otherwise, with my strength, I would have been able to break free. Now that this handsome young man had relaxed his grip, why not take advantage of the opportunity to create some distance between us? Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how to die. Moreover, releasing his grip didn't necessarily mean he was a friend; his inquiry about the ancient sword made it clear that he cared deeply about it.

  I didn't make a sound, staring at him with such vigilance, the handsome young man smiled awkwardly "Really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I thought you were going to steal my notebook, so I..."

  As he said that, the handsome young man picked up the green notebook on the ground, slowly stood up, and patted off the dust on his body.

  Maybe it was the bad first impression he gave me, or maybe it's because he's even more handsome than I am. I had a bit of a cold and still didn't accept his kindness. "Who are you?"

  A handsome young man lightly let out a sneeze. "No wonder grandma said that the turtle breathing method would lower the body's immune function, it turns out this is true."

  "Ah, right! You just looked at the first page of this notebook, didn't you? T30 is me, I am T30."