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

Lin Feng, accompanied by several servants, passed through several corridors and arrived at the entrance of the woodshed.

The woodshed was located in the northwest corner of the Prince's Mansion, a secluded corner that was rarely visited.

Lin Feng pushed open the door to the woodshed, and a strong smell of blood hit him.

The woodshed was small, filled with firewood that made up half the room, and right next to the woodpile lay a corpse on the ground.

It was a man dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit.

There was also an ordinary longsword lying on the ground nearby.

Lin Feng took a few steps closer, squatted down, and examined it carefully.

The fatal wound was on the neck—a thin, long sword cut across the left carotid artery, severing the throat.

The wound was neat and clean, clearly caused by a sharp weapon.

There was a pool of blood on the ground.

This wound couldn't have been inflicted while running here; it's obvious that he was killed in the woodshed.

Lin Feng looked at the man's face again. He was in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance and nothing special about him.

He stood up and said to the trembling servants behind him:

"You all go out and wait outside."

I'll have someone handle this.

Remember, no one is allowed to come to the woodshed before tomorrow morning.

Anyone who dares to barge in will face serious consequences.

"Yes, young master!"

The servants were already terrified, and upon hearing Lin Feng's words, they couldn't wait to leave.

They nodded repeatedly, then ran out of the woodshed without looking back, faster than rabbits.

Once the servant's footsteps had faded into the distance, Lin Feng closed the door and turned to look at the corpse.

He crouched down and placed his palm on the corpse.

With a thought, a black lotus appeared in his palm, a flash of eerie light, and the corpse vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

Only the bloodstains on the ground indicate what happened here.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of information flooded into Lin Feng's mind.

Those were the deceased's memories, flashing through Lin Feng's mind like a movie.

Just as Lin Feng had guessed, this matter was indeed related to the White Jade Token.

The deceased was named Jiang Pingkang, a guard at the imperial mausoleum responsible for night patrols.

Last night it was his turn to be on night duty, and he patrolled around the imperial mausoleum as usual.

In the latter half of the night, a strange gust of wind suddenly arose, causing the pine trees to rustle and sand and stones to fly.

Fearing something might go wrong, Jiang Pingkang began to carefully inspect each tomb chamber.

When he patrolled to Zhao Tianlai's tomb, he found that the tomb door, which should have been sealed, had a gap the size of a fist.

He was shocked; how could this be?

Royal tombs all have sealing stones, making it impossible for the outside to have any gaps.

After hesitating for a moment, I pushed open the door and went in to check.

The tomb was pitch black. He held a tinderbox and walked in step by step.

In the dim light, he saw several desiccated corpses lying haphazardly on the ground—these were the craftsmen who had been buried alive with him, their life essence drained, leaving them shriveled like withered tree bark.

The sight sent chills down his spine, but he forced himself to continue walking forward despite his fear.

When he arrived at the stone coffin, he peered inside and was completely stunned.

The sarcophagus was empty.

The body of Zhao Tianlai that was being worshipped has disappeared.

He was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he was about to turn around and run away when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint light coming from the coffin.

He picked up the tinderbox and took a closer look. It was a milky white jade plaque, warm and smooth, clearly not an ordinary item.

He picked up the jade pendant, turned it over, and was immediately struck dumb.

Heaven has granted me the White Jade Token!

He naturally knew about the White Jade Token.

The imperial court had already drawn a picture of the White Jade Token and distributed it everywhere, ordering all officials in the Great Wei to be on the lookout. Anyone who found the White Jade Token would be richly rewarded.

It is said that the reward was enough to make an ordinary person rise to prominence overnight.

Jiang Pingkang was overjoyed and carefully tucked the white jade token into his bosom.

He planned to claim his reward at dawn and thus reach the pinnacle of his life.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the tomb, they ran into another patrolling guard.

The guard, seeing his flustered expression and noticing the bulging in his clothes, became suspicious.

The two started arguing. The guard suspected that Jiang Pingkang had stolen some extraordinary treasure from Zhao Tianlai's tomb and insisted that he take it out and split it equally.

Finding the white jade token was his chance to rise to prominence, so how could Jiang Pingkang possibly give it to him?

He turned and walked away, trying to get rid of the other person.

The guard then attacked directly, slashing him in the back with his knife.

Jiang Pingkang was more skilled. Enduring the excruciating pain, he turned around and counterattacked, killing his opponent with a single palm strike.

After killing the man, he threw the guard's body into the stone coffin, closed the tomb door, and then fled the imperial mausoleum overnight.

He was stabbed in the back, and the injury was quite serious; he needs to find a place to recuperate.

He remembered that he had previously followed the Second Prince Wei Yang and knew the location of this palace, so he decided to hide here and wait until his injuries healed.

He climbed over the wall under cover of darkness and found this secluded woodshed, intending to hide here for a few days.

Before he could catch his breath, a bright light flashed, everything went black, and then his vision disappeared.

My memory ends here.

After organizing this information, Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned.

That bright light was clearly a flying sword.

Among all the people in the entire palace who can use flying swords, Lin Feng is one, and there are two others: Yu Lan, or her guard Liang Bing.

Could it have been one of them?

After a moment's thought, Lin Feng guessed that Liang Bing was the most likely candidate.

That woman's strength was unfathomable, and as Yu Lan's personal bodyguard, she was extremely vigilant.

It's likely that she noticed Jiang Pingkang climbing over the wall and killed him with a single sword strike.

As for Yu Lan... that girl looks sickly and is Liang Bing's master, so she definitely won't personally take action.

Lin Feng took out the white jade token from his spatial storage and examined it repeatedly.

This thing is really amazing.

Even if you throw it into Zhao Tianlai's coffin, it will come back on its own—and it will be led back by someone, eventually ending up back in your hands.

Could this thing track and locate people? Or affect their minds?

Lin Feng couldn't figure it out; he had never understood the origin of the White Jade Token, and he didn't have much information about it.

All he knew was that this thing seemed to have haunted him like a ghost.

As for what it is and where it comes from, it's still a complete mystery.

He put the white jade token back into his spatial storage and glanced at the woodshed.

There are still bloodstains on the ground that haven't been cleaned up, but it doesn't matter, we can have the servants clean it up tomorrow.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and walked towards the front yard.

The front yard was bustling with activity.

A large iron pot sat in the center of the yard, with a roaring fire burning underneath; the water was already boiling.

Lin Feng walked over, and everyone made way for him.

Lin Feng was carrying a bag containing dozens of packets of hot pot base that he had taken out from his spatial storage. He threw them all in and stirred them.

Dozens of servants gathered around the pot, staring longingly at the bubbling red oil inside, constantly swallowing their saliva.

That look in his eyes was more eager than a hungry wolf seeing a sheep.

Lin Feng glanced at everyone and said, "Today is your first day at the Lin residence. This hot pot meal is your first gathering at the Lin residence."

"As long as you work hard, you won't be treated unfairly."

"Thank you, young master!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their voices loud and clear, their faces brimming with anticipation.