The Lost Tomb : Restart (The Sound Of Providence)

Chapter 106: Fatal Consequences

I wiped my nose, looked at the blood on my fingers, and told myself that it was just a coincidence. Someone must have hit me hard when I was rescued earlier and my nose was injured. I pulled a napkin over to cover my nose and looked at Fatty, Uncle Two, and Xiao Hua again. I was just wondering whether there were any other possibilities for this kind of situation when Uncle Two said, "You won't die as long as you're obedient."

"What's going on?" I sighed, too lazy to even bother guessing. Now that they were all here, they had to be trying to tell me something, so I figured I'd wait for them to come out with it.

Uncle Two glanced at Poker-Face before looking at Xiao Hua again, "Little Brother goes, Xiao Hua and Fatty stay."

Poker-Face stood up and silently walked out, with many people following behind him. Baishe came up and handed me a cigarette, but I completely ignored him.

Everyone filed out to the street, the atmosphere so heavy that passers-by were a little scared and gave the shop strange looks. Er Jing silently closed the door.

Uncle Two looked at me and immediately said, "Little Brother did receive news from Third Brother. Although he refused to tell me the specific details on how he received the news, he told me part of the content when we were in the South Sea King's tomb."

I smacked the table, "I always wondered why he liked to go fishing that much!" I reflexively reached out for the cigarette on the table, but Uncle Two swiped it from me and I ended up touching his hand instead.

I was embarrassed for a moment, but Uncle Two continued talking, "Grave robbers live underground all year round. Many of the older ones die from corpse poisoning because they've inhaled too much gas from the decaying corpses. It settles in their lungs and makes them miserable until death. Your situation is more serious than others. The bodies you have been exposed to were highly toxic and then you later took the initiative to drip snake venom into your nasal cavity. Grave robbing is usually passed from generation to generation, but you don't have a master and no one really taught you before. As a result, you didn't take precautions when you entered these places. After so many years, your body has become overwhelmed."

I looked at Fatty. "Isn't he the same as me?"

"He's not my nephew," Uncle Two said coldly. "Both your Uncle Three and Little Brother said that you came into contact with something in an ancient tomb a long time ago. They didn't say which tomb it was, but that thing's effect will soon disappear. The reason why your body was fine until now was because of that thing. After its efficacy disappears, all the consequences of you ruining yourself over the years will be revealed."

I tried to understand, "What will happen to me?"

"You could accomplish such difficult things over the years and your body could withstand so much all because of that thing. You look much younger than your actual age. If the effect of that thing disappears, I'm afraid you'll age very quickly and become extremely weak. What you need to do now is take care of your health."

I thought it over, but couldn't help feeling that it was wrong. My analysis wasn't like this before and now the topic had somehow turned to focusing on my health. If that was case, then why did Ha Zong say that I was going to die?

"I'm fine." I blew my nose in the napkin. "I've been getting up early and going to bed early every day for the past few years. I do morning exercises, run, and eat healthy foods. I've already recovered."

Uncle Two picked up his cell phone and pulled up a picture. "After you came out of the South Sea King's tomb, I had them take a CT scan when you were unconscious. These are your lungs."

When I picked it up and looked at it, I saw two lungs on the screen. But I wasn't a doctor, so I couldn't understand it at all. Uncle Two pointed to two large areas on the lungs, "These two things can't get any bigger. Your lungs are different from other people's lungs, so if you go into a tomb and inhale those poisonous gases again, you won't be able to bear it. That thing destroyed the original function of your lungs and replaced their ability to filter out toxins with its own medicinal effects. Once the medicine disappears, even smoking will have fatal consequences."

"You mean, I could turn into a glass lung at any time?" I asked.

"You have to give your lungs time to recover. This illness isn't fatal, so there won't be any problems as long as you pay attention," Uncle Two said. "I'm not lying to you. You'll start to show symptoms soon."

I narrowed my eyes. "You just said that I would grow old quickly." With so many people here, it shouldn't be as simple as letting my lungs heal.

Uncle Two was silent for a few seconds, "Little Brother and your Uncle Three should've been secretly trying to find a way to help you. I honestly shouldn't be telling you about it, but I'm not your Uncle Three. I'm too lazy to bother hiding it from you and I also believe you can handle it. If you don't want to die before me, work in Warehouse Eleven and wait to hear back from us."