Chapter 108: Writing Books as a Side Job, Tomb Raiding as the True Profession?

At this very moment, the live chat exploded.

“There’s only one possibility; I can’t think of any other.”

“No way, a tomb raider writing a novel?”

“This isn’t a novel at all—it’s clearly an autobiography!”

“No wonder they say novels come from real life. Now I truly believe it.”

“Shocking! ‘The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles’ is actually the author’s diary!”

The atmosphere in the livestream surged. No one paid attention to the ancient tomb before them anymore; all discussions revolved around *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* and its author.

The many archaeologists present were stunned by what the viewers were saying.

As archaeologists, they were extremely sensitive to the words “tomb robbers.”

“What are they talking about? Can someone explain what *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* even is?”

An elderly man with thick glasses and a head full of white hair spoke up.

His surname was Gu; he was the leader of this archaeological excavation.

Among the archaeologists, he was the oldest and most experienced, and everyone called him Professor Gu.

After his question, a knowledgeable young person immediately stepped forward to explain and pulled out a phone to show *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles*. Following the viewers’ comments, he flipped to a certain passage and handed it to Professor Gu.

With curiosity, Professor Gu took the phone.

As he read, his expression gradually grew serious, and his heart was filled with shock.

The content on the murals.

The nine dragons lifting the coffin before him.

Even the layout of the entire tomb was described in great detail in the book.

There were even elements unknown to many archaeologists that the book’s author knew about, including several hidden mechanisms concealed in the shadows.

And upon testing, they turned out to be true.

Good heavens, this was no mere novel—it could be used as a genuine guidebook.

By the time he finished reading, Professor Gu was dumbfounded.

Information from the Xia and Shang dynasties was scarce, and a nine-dragon coffin like this had never been recorded before.

Even someone like him, who had devoted his life to archaeology, had never heard of such a thing. How did the author of this book know?

This was undeniable evidence that the author had been here!

If he wasn’t a tomb robber, then who was?

Realizing this, Professor Gu lost all interest in continuing the excavation.

“Pause the archaeological work for now. Let me thoroughly examine this book first.”

“There’s only one task right now—find the author of this book at all costs.”

…

Jiangcheng.

It was the height of June’s sweltering heat. Dumb Little Sister was teaching Bai Qingming a clever trick to ward off mosquitoes.

“Before you sleep at night, turn off the lights, then pretend to leave the room. When you’re about to go, slam the door hard. After that, don’t make a sound, quietly sneak back to your bedroom and go to sleep. This way, mosquitoes won’t bite you.”

“What’s the reasoning behind that?”

Having lived so long, Bai Qingming had never heard of such a mosquito prevention method—it was oddly novel.

In response, Dumb Little Sister beamed proudly and explained,

“That way, the mosquitoes will think you’ve gone out, so they won’t bite you anymore.”

Bai Qingming was silent for a moment.

Finally, he muttered two words, praising her with a smirk:

“Idiotic!”

Then he turned and went back to his room.

Today’s novel update hadn’t been posted yet; he planned to write a couple more chapters based on *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* storyline swirling in his mind.

He took a sip of coffee and was just about to start writing when the phone on his desk rang.

A glance at the caller ID showed it was the chief editor from the novel website.

As a bestselling author, Bai Qingming’s treatment was naturally different from those struggling writers. They communicated frequently, and many times the editor contacted him first.

He didn’t even need to answer to know why they were calling.

Though a chief editor, the person was also a loyal fan.

But that was precisely why Bai Qingming felt awkward.

Take the slow update issue, for instance. Readers online often urged him to update faster, threatening to send “razor blades”—just empty threats, really.

But this editor went further—he called Bai Qingming directly to pressure him, even claiming to know his home address.

Bai Qingming wrote for the sake of sharing the culture of another world, updating solely based on his mood—when he felt good, he wrote more; when not, less.

Furthermore, *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* was a novel he had read many years ago, and some plot points were hazy, requiring mental effort to recall while writing.

Yet this editor called every few days to push for updates.

What was once a leisurely hobby now felt like a job to Bai Qingming.

Ignoring the calls didn’t help; the editor would keep calling until he answered.

It was very annoying.

Helpless, Bai Qingming finally picked up and took the initiative.

“Stop pushing, stop pushing. If you keep nagging, I won’t write anymore. Let’s see who ends up worse!”

No sooner had he spoken than an anxious voice came from the other end.

“Push for updates? I’m not calling to push for updates!”

Hearing that, Bai Qingming breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good, good.”

Feeling Bai Qingming’s relaxed tone, the editor on the other end was helpless.

“I really give up. Brother, don’t you watch the news?”

“Take a look—*The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* has gone viral.”

“Don’t blame me for not warning you. It’s not too late to run now!”

Bai Qingming: “What?”

No response followed, and the call abruptly ended.

Bai Qingming was bewildered.

That call hadn’t explained anything at all.

Curious, he opened Weibo and found the trending topic.

The next moment, he was stunned.

“Ancient tomb excavation site: *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* surprisingly used as a guide?”

“The book’s descriptions perfectly match the tomb’s interior; nine dragons lifting the coffin spotted on site!”

“*The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* rumored to be based on the author’s personal experiences; the well-known writer is likely a tomb robber.”

“Writing novels is just a side job—tomb raiding is the real profession? The true identity of the Southern Faction’s Third Uncle remains a mystery.”

…

After all, so many people witnessed the novel’s content appear in reality during the livestream; the buzz was frenzied.

On Weibo, the trending topics about *The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles* kept growing, each post accompanied by evidence.

Honestly, when Bai Qingming saw the nine dragons lifting the coffin in the livestream screenshot, he himself was shocked.

Could such a coincidence really exist?

It was inexplicable!

Say it was coincidence?

Frankly, if he weren’t the author, Bai Qingming wouldn’t believe it himself.

But he had never robbed a tomb!

He’d been a good student since childhood and became a decent person.

Besides, the book was copied; there was no original author to be found in this world, so even admitting it wouldn’t help.

Now this was a problem.

If he had known, he might as well have plagiarized *Ghost Blows Out the Light* instead!

Bai Qingming was agitated, pacing back and forth in the spacious living room.

On the couch, Dumb Little Sister was scrolling through Douyin.

Her phone was playing a video of someone saying,

“Zhang San is a tomb robber. When he had nothing to do, he looted an ancient tomb from the Xia dynasty. Afterward, feeling it wasn’t thrilling enough, he wrote about the experience in a book. So tell me, what kind of behavior is that? How many years should he be sentenced?”

Hearing this, Bai Qingming’s mood worsened.

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