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

The footsteps grew closer, and the sobs became clearer.

Lin Feng peered through the gaps in the stone pillars and saw a group of soldiers driving ten people, carrying a coffin, into the tomb chamber.

He observed them carefully and found that five or six of the ten people were dressed as craftsmen—they must have been the ones who built the mausoleum.

The others were ordinary people, with no cultivation whatsoever, and they walked with trembling steps.

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised. He had originally thought they were looking for virgin boys and girls, but it turned out they were just ordinary people.

If you're going to offer sacrifices to Grandmasters, you should at least pick a few with some cultivation, right?

They were all ordinary people?

Lin Feng had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

He quietly took out the white jade token, and when no one was paying attention, he flicked his wrist and threw the token into the stone coffin.

The token fell to the bottom of the coffin with a slight thud, but it was drowned out by the footsteps and sobs of those people, and no one noticed.

Lin Feng scanned his surroundings, found a more secluded corner, and with a thought, he instantly disappeared from the spot—he hid in his spatial dimension.

He wasn't worried at all about what would happen inside the coffin.

Anyway, with the White Jade Token, the corpse will tell him the answer eventually.

Inside the space, Lin Feng leisurely took out some snacks and cooked a pack of instant noodles using a portable gas canister.

The steaming aroma of instant noodles filled the air. He took a deep breath and exclaimed:

"I have to say, after not having this for a while, this instant noodle is really delicious!"

After eating a bowl of instant noodles, I felt warm all over.

Lin Feng lay down on the soft cushion and fell asleep contentedly.

Meanwhile, inside the tomb.

The massive stone gate slammed shut, shutting out the last ray of moonlight.

Ten people were left in the tomb chamber, surrounded by darkness, with only the eerie, solitary lamp emitting a faint light.

They huddled together, shivering; some sobbed softly, others murmured Buddhist prayers.

They didn't want to die, but they had no choice.

The royal family used their families as leverage, leaving them no choice but to obediently come and die.

Suddenly, a strange black wind appeared out of nowhere in the tomb.

The wind was cold and biting, with a howling sound that frightened the ten people so much that they huddled together tightly.

Someone cried out in terror, "What...what is that?!"

"A ghost...a ghost!" someone screamed in agony, scrambling backward.

The others were also terrified and desperately tried to back away.

But the tomb is only so big, where could they hide?

Then, a strange scene unfolded—the solitary lamp that had been burning silently suddenly floated up into the air and hung there.

A wisp of candlelight flew out from the wick at incredible speed, instantly piercing through the foreheads of ten people.

The ten people froze, standing still with their eyes vacant and lifeless, like soulless puppets, motionless.

The candle flame circled in the air, then flew back to the wick and reignited.

As if being manipulated, the ten people walked stiffly and slowly toward the stone coffin.

Immediately afterwards, the deceased worshipper inside the stone coffin suddenly opened its eyes.

The offering corpse sat up, and a black flag appeared in its hand.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the ten men seemed to obediently follow.

The offering to the corpse waved the black flag again, and the ten people who had been standing still seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, all gathering around the stone coffin.

Their arms were outstretched, parallel to their shoulders, like zombies.

A beam of light flashed across their wrists.

Immediately, blood gushed out from all ten people.

As if drawn by a force, all ten streams of blood fell precisely into the ten-centimeter-deep groove around the stone coffin.

Blood flowed and gathered in the card slot.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, those ten living people had become emaciated beyond recognition, skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets and cracked lips, resembling dried corpses.

When the last drop of blood flowed from their bodies, they lost their lives completely, collapsing limply to the ground, silent forever.

Upon seeing this, the offering gave a satisfied snort.

"Being able to experience the Seven Soul Lamps before you die is a blessing in itself."

He made a grabbing motion in the air, and the wick of the Seven Soul Lamp suddenly detached and fell into the blood in the slot.

Instantly, all the blood burst into flames, like gasoline being ignited.

The flames were an eerie green, flickering in the darkness, making the entire tomb chamber feel ghostly.

The burning didn't last long before the blood was almost gone, leaving less than one-tenth of the original amount.

Immediately afterwards, the worshipper raised his hand and gently pinched the wick of the Seven Souls Lamp from the flame with his index and middle fingers.

The lamp wick emitted an eerie, ghostly glow.

He gazed at it intently, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes, and then slowly guided the wick towards his brow.

The moment the lamp wick touched the center of the forehead, a strange change occurred.

The green flames that were originally burning in the slots seemed to have found a home, turning into wisps of eerie green light that surged wildly toward the wick on the altar.

It enters the offering body through the lamp wick.

They rushed in, one strand after another.

In an instant, the body being offered began to undergo astonishing changes.

The body, which was originally old, withered, and on the verge of death, began to revive at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gray hair quickly turned jet black and glossy from the roots, as if it had been infused with the ink of life again.

The wrinkled skin was smoothed out as if by an iron, regaining its luster and elasticity.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the person offering the offering seemed to have become thirty years younger.

He was originally an elderly man in his twilight years, but now he looks like a middle-aged man in his early fifties.

He no longer resembled a dying man at all.

However, just as he was about to complete his final transformation, a sudden change occurred.

The Seven Souls Lamp, which had already lost its wick, suddenly began to tremble violently.

The originally faint candlelight began to struggle wildly within his body, as if it had gained its own consciousness and was unwilling to be imprisoned.

The worshipper's expression changed drastically, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He could clearly feel the candle flame on his forehead trying to break free of his control.

"What's going on?!" the worshipper roared, his voice tinged with fear.

He dared not delay and quickly took out a pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

The elixir exuded a rich medicinal fragrance, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary product.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a powerful medicinal force erupted instantly.

With a sudden burst of strength, the offering formed a hand seal, forcefully suppressing the struggling candle flame and driving it back deep into the space between the eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, his expression turned extremely ferocious.

The face that had just regained its youth sometimes twisted into an eerie arc, and sometimes conjured another blurry figure, which upon closer inspection was the dead craftsmen.

Come back and switch.

The offering gritted his teeth, suppressing the flames that were trying to backfire, and was plunged into extreme pain.

Time passed by, second by second.

the next day.

Lin Feng woke up in the space and checked the time; a night had passed.

He stretched his limbs, and with a thought, a submachine gun appeared in his hand. He then silently returned to the tomb.

The tomb was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

Lin Feng held his breath, took out a flashlight from his spatial storage, and turned it on.

It illuminated the scene before us.

Beside the stone coffin lay ten desiccated corpses, lying haphazardly.

A person was leaning against the front of the stone coffin.

A middle-aged man, around fifty years old, dressed in a luxurious robe, with a pale face and closed eyes, leaned motionless against the edge of the coffin.

Lin Feng focused his senses and sensed it—there was no breathing sound, no heartbeat sound, as if it were a corpse.

This scene is too bizarre.

To be on the safe side, Lin Feng decided to strike first.

With a thought, a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand; it was the one Gao Yaolin had given him back in Liangzhou City.

It is extremely sharp when stored in space.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and thrust his sword straight at the middle-aged man's neck.

The sword pierced through the flesh without any resistance, a chilling blow straight to the heart.

There was no obstruction; it was as easy as piercing a block of tofu.

However, just as the sword pierced through, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared intently at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Immediately afterwards, a green candle flame shot out from between his eyebrows and rushed towards Lin Feng with lightning speed.

Holy crap!

Lin Feng was startled and immediately hid in the space.

However, to his utter surprise, the green candlelight also rushed in.

No, that's not right. Upon closer inspection, Lin Feng realized that the candlelight hadn't come in with him, but had been absorbed by the black lotus.

It was instantly swallowed by the black lotus.

A moment later, a massive amount of information flooded into Lin Feng's mind.