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Just waking up from a coma, I still felt weak. After sitting up for a short while, my body felt sore and uncomfortable, and my mouth was parched. So, I asked Xiao Xiao, "Is there any water left?"
Xiao Xiao replied with two words: "Open your mouth!"
I didn't understand what she meant, but I figured she wouldn't harm me, so I cautiously opened my mouth.
Then, without a word, Rosa stuffed a bunch of leaves into my mouth!
"What are you doing?"
I glared at Xiao Xiao and quickly spat out the leaves. Looking at them in my palm, I noticed they were quite thick. If I remembered correctly, this was a plant called Purslane, which was particularly common in the mountains and also found in fields. It was considered a weed but had some medicinal properties; it could clear heat, relieve dampness, detoxify, reduce swelling, fight inflammation, quench thirst, and promote urination. However, people rarely ate this unless they were desperate or sick; it was mostly used as animal medicine because the cattle and sheep in the village often got sick and liked to graze on it.
My eyelid twitched violently. They were feeding me something meant for treating livestock?
Well, considering our current situation, I accepted it! But the key point was that I wanted water right now, not medicine!
"This is water!"
Xiao Xiao glanced at me and said calmly, "The soil here is very moist and contains plenty of water. However, it's all seawater that has seeped into the soil and been purified by it; there is no groundwater. We've been searching for a water source for a long time without success. Fortunately, there are many plants growing on the graves here; most of them are non-toxic. Although the eerie energy from the graves is a bit strong, it's not deadly. These plants are our current source of water; we can only chew them to extract moisture from them. Otherwise, we would have to drink dinosaur blood or urine—your choice!"
So that's how it is!
I looked at the Purslane in my hand and couldn't help but sigh. I had thought that Bald Qiang and the others had found a water source. I was considering that the meat from the Tyrannosaurus Rex I killed would finally solve our food and drink problems. Now it seemed I was too naive; even with that dinosaur around, we had food but still no water!
The lack of water is a terrifying thing, even more deadly than running out of food. Those who have died of thirst have been known to be unable to urinate before they perish; even if one were to cut open a vessel, the blood would not flow due to its thickness. In short, it is far worse than starving to death!
"Zai, don't be ungrateful. That little bit of Purslane in your hand is a special supply. We are all chewing on poplar leaves!"
Big Mouth Lee chimed in, "Among the plants that grow on graves, Purslane has the highest water content and is also beneficial for ailments. Zhengyang, you need to reduce inflammation and swelling for that wound of yours. All the Purslane we have is reserved for you, so don’t turn your nose up at it. I reckon you’re able to get up so quickly thanks to this Purslane. Finding detoxifying and anti-inflammatory herbs on a grave means your life was meant to continue!"
At this point, Big Mouth Lee mocked me further, "The stuff you’re eating is potent medicine! Look at you—a half-dead person suddenly bouncing back to life!"
I scoffed and ignored him, tossing a few leaves of Purslane into my mouth. The taste was cool, reminiscent of mint, though it could leave a bitter aftertaste. Other than that, there was nothing unusual about it; the texture was quite crisp, and there was indeed a lot of moisture inside. After crunching them down, my mouth was filled with juice. I swallowed the remnants and spat out the leftover bits, my tongue tingling from the flavor. After eating a few leaves, I couldn’t take any more because my tongue had gone numb.
"I still have some here. Chew on a leaf every ten minutes; it will speed up inflammation reduction and replenish moisture."
Xiao Xiao smiled slightly as she placed a bundle beside me. Then she glanced at Big Mouth Lee and said meaningfully, "You’d better keep it safe; don’t let certain people get their hands on it! Among us, there are always those who only think about themselves and have no team spirit at all. It’s just a fissure; such a trivial injury shouldn’t require our precious limited medicine!"
I was taken aback for a moment but quickly understood what Xiao Xiao meant. I instinctively looked over at Big Mouth Lee, and sure enough, his face had turned green. I couldn’t help but laugh; no wonder he had been so jealous when we picked Purslane—he must have sat in an unfortunate position while fighting that Tyrannosaurus Rex and ended up with a fissure!
My laughter prompted everyone else to join in as well. Eventually, even Big Mouth Lee felt embarrassed and jumped up from the ground, exclaiming, "What’s wrong with having a fissure? You don’t know how expensive living costs are until you manage a household! You won’t understand the pain until you experience it yourself!"
With that, he flung his sleeves and walked away with an odd gait—his legs squeezed together—causing us to laugh even harder.
At that moment, Bald Qiang finally returned with a piece of Gold Plate from inside the Tyrannosaurus Rex's stomach. He dropped it with a thud at my feet, panting heavily. "If it weren't for being stuck in this godforsaken place without seeing the sun, I would’ve really wanted to carry this thing away! It weighs over a hundred pounds and is worth quite a bit!"
I shook my head with a smile; Bald Qiang was being foolish. What good is gold to us? In our line of work, we value unique items over piles of gold!
The general idea is that in ancient times, the value of an object was not determined by its gold content, but rather by its rarity; the scarcer it was, the more valuable it became. For example, the foot-binding cloth of Empress Dowager Cixi, over a meter long and embroidered with dragons and phoenixes in gold thread, is worth far more than millions of taels of gold. Why? Because it is a unique item! Because the person who wore it was extraordinary! Thus, its value is high! It's similar to how many people today are willing to pay a thousand or eight hundred dollars for a pair of stockings worn by a woman; it's not the stockings that are valuable, but rather the scent they carry, which satisfies certain fantasies.
This principle applies here as well!
If we could find one or two items of symbolic significance from this burial site related to the Atlantis Civilization, they would undoubtedly be worth a fortune—far more than this Gold Plate. Just the name "Atlantis" alone is a golden ticket; selling such an item would not be a dream.
Without further thought, I moved closer to examine the Gold Plate carefully. I was particularly interested in the inscriptions on it. I couldn't shake the feeling that its presence in the stomach of that Dinosaur was no coincidence; there must be something astonishing written on it!
The text on this Gold Plate was recorded in a peculiar script that gradually became familiar to me—it turned out to be an elaborate form of Cursed Script. However, there were many characters I couldn't translate, especially some obscure terms that I suspected were specialized jargon. Given my current level of understanding, I certainly couldn't decipher them, but thankfully, these rare characters didn't hinder my overall comprehension.
As I stared at the text, my heart raced with increasing dread until I felt completely dazed!
"Hey, you! Say something!"
Bald Qiang lost his patience after waiting for me to respond and nudged me with his elbow. He then lowered his voice and asked, "What does it say?"
I finally snapped out of my shock, took a deep breath, and replied solemnly to Bald Qiang and the others: "It contains all information regarding Voldemort!"
At this revelation, I swallowed hard and slowly voiced my speculation: "In Orion Temple, didn't we see the self-narrative left by Sima Saintess? In her narrative, she mentioned having spied on information about Voldemort. I suspect that this Gold Plate is what Sima Saintess saw back then regarding Voldemort's information. It must have been swallowed by the Tyrannosaurus Rex during its attack on the palace and has remained undigested in its stomach for nine thousand years! This Gold Plate contains detailed records of how the Atlantis people created Voldemort and even includes thorough evaluations of his strengths and weaknesses!"
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