Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

After the servants left, Lin Feng couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle, what exactly happened with this practice of funerary sacrifice?"

Gu Jianfeng glanced at him, but did not answer directly, instead casually changing the subject:

Let's not talk about this anymore.

Let's grab a bite to eat and have a couple of drinks together later.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Lin Feng didn't ask any further questions.

After having lunch and chatting for a while, Lin Feng bid farewell and left the Gu residence.

On his way back to the inn, Lin Feng's mind kept replaying what had just happened.

Two craftsmen, fearing being forced to commit suicide, tried to escape but were killed on the spot.

There is still information about this body.

Back at Fumanlou, Lin Feng called Xueyao and the others over, gave them a few brief instructions, and told them that he had some business to attend to and that they should stay at the inn and not wander off.

Afterward, he changed into inconspicuous clothes and left the city under the cover of night.

The place he was going to was a mass grave.

Since those two craftsmen were killed, their bodies certainly wouldn't be properly buried.

According to custom, people who are executed on the spot are thrown into mass graves.

Sure enough, upon arriving at the mass grave, Lin Feng glanced around and, by the moonlight, saw three corpses lying haphazardly in the overgrown weeds.

He frowned—didn't they say two people died?

Why are there three bodies?

But this is not important.

With a thought, Lin Feng sent out a black lotus from between his brows, which transformed into a dark light that enveloped the three corpses.

A moment later, the three corpses disappeared, and three complete memories appeared in Lin Feng's mind.

The information was quickly digested and absorbed.

Of the three men, two were craftsmen and one was the foreman.

Among the craftsmen, one was a carpenter who was responsible for making and carving the coffin, as well as decorating the tomb chamber.

The other was a stonemason, responsible for carving tombstones, ornamental columns, various stone carvings, and the stone gate of the underground palace.

The overseer was killed out of anger for failing to supervise properly.

Lin Feng focused on digesting the memories and gained a general understanding of the interior of the tomb.

The mausoleum was built against the mountain and had been under construction for several months.

The main structure is mostly made of stone, making it exceptionally sturdy.

There were no complicated mechanisms inside, but a strange array was set up.

In the center of the tomb is a stone coffin, surrounded by a ten-centimeter-wide channel.

There was a formation in front of us. In the center of the formation was a lamp, made of some unknown material, which had not gone out since it was lit.

It was because of this strange lamp that the craftsmen were afraid—they felt it was something evil.

The door to the tomb chamber was constructed from two huge bluestone slabs, supported by a stone pillar inside. It could not be opened from the outside; it could only be opened from the inside.

For ordinary people, it's impossible to open without the right tools.

But for a martial artist like Lin Feng, who is at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, these stone pillars are not difficult to climb.

After processing all this information, Lin Feng made up his mind.

When the worshipper is about to die, he can sneak into the tomb and hide in the space.

After the funeral ended and everyone left, he came out again—to take a good look at what was so special about that so-called Grandmaster-level enshrined person.

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Feng had a fulfilling five days.

When I have nothing to do during the day, I chat with Yu Lan about music.

Although the girl was sickly, she loved music very much. Every time she talked about it, her eyes would light up, as if she wanted to extract everything from Lin Feng's mind.

Ever since he learned that the pill Yu Lan gave him was a Spirit Gathering Pill, Lin Feng's attitude towards Yu Lan has undergone a subtle change.

This girl's identity is definitely not simple—to be able to casually give away such priceless pills, the power behind her must be very strong.

However, Lin Feng didn't try to curry favor; he treated her the same way he always had.

He understands that simps are looked down upon everywhere.

Lin Feng didn't hold back either; since he had already taught the twelve-tone equal temperament, it wouldn't hurt to talk about more Western music theory.

Consider it a way of repaying her for the Spirit Gathering Pill.

The rest of the time was spent hanging out with the three girls, Xueyao, Sushi, and Suqin.

They whisper sweet nothings, make jokes, and live a very pleasant life.

Every afternoon, he would go to the Gu family home, ostensibly to visit his parents-in-law, but in reality to inquire about the death of the royal retainer.

That noon, the sun was shining brightly. Lin Feng carried some fruit and bread and cakes he had brought back from the Urban World, intending to give them to Gu Mu and Gu Yu to try.

These things, which are commonplace in the modern world, are unique and rare here.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Gu residence, they saw Steward Wang hurrying out, his face not looking too good.

Lin Feng stopped him and asked curiously, "Butler Wang, where are you going?"

"In a panic."

When Butler Wang saw it was him, he stopped and lowered his voice:

"Young Master Lin, something terrible has happened."

The royal patron—that old master—seems to be nearing the end of his life.

The master has ordered that no one in the manor should leave the house today, in order to prevent any accidents.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm and nodded, saying:

"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy."

"Then, Young Master Lin, I'll be going now."

Butler Wang cupped his hands in greeting and hurriedly left.

Lin Feng stood there, watching his figure disappear around the street corner, a slight smile playing on his lips.

wait.

He turned and left without even entering the Gu residence.

We can send the fruit and cake another day; there are more important things to do right now.

Lin Feng quickened his pace, left the city, and headed straight for the back mountain of the imperial mausoleum.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, we indeed saw a large number of soldiers guarding the area, with checkpoints set up at the intersections, effectively sealing off the entire mountain.

Lin Feng, possessing the memories of a craftsman, circled around to a secluded corner and, taking advantage of a shift change, quietly slipped inside.

The entrance to the tomb was wide open, the stone gate was wide open, and the inside was dark, exuding a cold and eerie atmosphere.

Lin Feng slipped inside and walked along the wall.

The tomb was larger than he had imagined, with a huge stone coffin in the very center, its lid still closed.

Beside the coffin, a solitary lamp burned quietly, its flame weak yet unusually steady. It had been burning for an unknown amount of time in this sealed tomb chamber, yet it had not gone out.

Lin Feng took a closer look; the lamp was made of neither gold nor jade, and exuded an eerie aura.

He wanted to pick it up and try it, but then he gave up, feeling that something was off about it.

interesting.

The tomb chamber was dimly lit, with only the lamp providing a faint light source.

Lin Feng found a secluded corner, hid behind a stone pillar, and waited quietly.

Time passed by, second by second.

Lin Feng originally thought the funeral would start soon, but he didn't expect to wait from noon until evening, and then from evening until nightfall.

The tomb grew colder and colder, filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Lin Feng had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

I started to wonder if the old wall lamp was really dead.

Night fell completely, and the bright moonlight shone through the open tomb door, casting a cool glow on the ground.

The autumn night wind carried a chill, causing the flame of that solitary lamp to flicker gently.

Just then, Lin Feng heard a rustling sound mixed with low sobs.

He perked up, immediately held his breath, and hid himself in the shadow of the stone pillar.