Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 275 The Village Hero

He could even feel the spiritual energy flowing around him.

Lin Feng was extremely excited, he knew that he had inherited the legacy of the old immortal.

He began to carefully study the herbs and spells in the wooden box and learn the methods of Taoism.

He discovered that these spells were not ordinary spells, but a kind of secret technique that could control animals.

He can use spells to control various animals, making them hunt and fight for him.

He can also use herbs to refine various magical elixirs to enhance his strength and heal his injuries.

Lin Feng's strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he soon became the most powerful hunter in the vicinity.

Not only can he hunt all kinds of wild beasts, he can also drive animals to serve him.

He became a hero in the village and was respected by everyone.

However, as his strength grew, Lin Feng's mentality began to change.

He began to become arrogant and looked down on others.

He was no longer satisfied with ordinary hunting, he began to pursue more powerful power.

He began to hunt rare animals, even at the cost of killing innocent creatures.

He began to use his power to bully the weak and do whatever he wanted.

He gradually forgot his original dream and the original intention of becoming a hunter.

He turned into a demon even more terrifying than Chu Tian.

One day, Lin Feng encountered a white fox while hunting in the mountains.

The white fox is snow-white all over, with smooth fur and a pair of clear, bright eyes full of spirit.

Lin Feng was deeply attracted by the white fox. He decided to catch it, peel off its fur and make a priceless fox fur coat.

He chased the white fox through the dense forest and over the steep mountains.

Finally, he forced the white fox to the edge of a cliff.

The white fox had no way to escape. It looked at Lin Feng in despair, its eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Lin Feng raised the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed at the white fox.

Just then, the white fox suddenly spoke.

"Do you really want to kill me?" The white fox's voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

Lin Feng was stunned. He had never seen a talking fox.

"You...you can speak?" Lin Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes," said the white fox, "I am a messenger sent by the mountain god to warn you."

"Warn me?" Lin Feng asked doubtfully, "Warn me about what?"

The white fox sighed and said, "You have gone too far, Lin Feng.

Tomb robbing is a job that only youth can do. I am thirty-five years old this year. My waist and legs are starting to ache. Going up and down the tomb is even more strenuous. But there is no other way. This is a craft passed down from my ancestors. How can I make a living if I don’t do it? I can’t screw screws at a construction site, right?

This job is neither difficult nor easy. It is the tomb of a minor official from the Ming Dynasty. It is said that there are many valuable things buried with him. But the location of the tomb is a bit weird, in the middle of a mass grave. Mass graves are unlucky! But the money is in place, so I have no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.

It took me three days, three whole days, to dig through the tomb. The top of the tomb was covered with thick earth, and when I shone my flashlight, a musty smell hit me in the face, choking me and making me cough.

"Damn, this smell is amazing!" I covered my nose and cursed in my heart.

I carefully moved a tomb brick, and a dark hole appeared in front of me. I took a deep breath, crouched down and crawled in.

The tomb was not big, only about 10 square meters. There was a stone coffin in the middle, and some funerary objects were placed around it. I scanned it with a flashlight, and wow! Gold, silver, and jade, all kinds of things. I'm going to make a fortune now!

I was about to go forward and open the coffin, when suddenly, I felt a gust of cold wind behind me. I turned around suddenly and saw the flashlight shining into a corner.

a woman.

She was wearing tattered ancient clothes, with long hair covering most of her face. She stood there motionless, like a sculpture.

I was so scared that I nearly lost my soul and almost dropped my flashlight.

"Who is it?!" I shouted bravely.

The woman slowly raised her head, revealing a pale face. Her eyes were lifeless, her lips were black and blue, and she looked like... like a corpse!

I gasped, is this a fake corpse?!

I subconsciously reached for the dagger at my waist, ready to fight to the death at any time.

The woman walked towards me slowly, step by step, without making any sound.

"Don't come over here!" I raised the dagger and pointed it at her, "If you come over again, I will be rude to you!"

The woman still didn't say anything, but just kept walking forward.

I swallowed, this is not right! This woman doesn't look like a ghost, but more like... a living person?

I plucked up my courage, shone the flashlight on her face and took a closer look.

Wait...she seems to be still breathing?

I slowly put down the dagger and asked tentatively: "Are you... a living person?"

The woman finally stopped, stared at me with empty eyes, and nodded slowly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as people are alive, it’s good. As long as people are alive, it’s good!

"You... who are you? Why are you here?" I asked.

The woman did not answer, but pointed at the sarcophagus.

I looked in the direction of her finger and saw a few words engraved on the sarcophagus: Tomb of my beloved wife Li.

I understand now. This woman should be the wife of the tomb owner, and she was buried here.

But...how did she survive?

"You...you were buried here, how...how are you still alive?" I asked stutteringly.

The woman still didn't speak, but pointed to a small hole next to the sarcophagus.

I shone the flashlight over there and saw that the small hole led to the outside of the tomb.

So that's it! When she was buried, someone secretly left a vent so she could survive.

But...how did she survive here for so many years?

I looked at the woman's tattered clothes and skinny body, and my heart ached.

"How...how have you been through these years?" I asked.

The woman finally spoke, her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Guarding the grave..."

Guarding the tomb? She has been guarding the tomb here for hundreds of years?

I looked at her with mixed feelings. A woman, buried alive here, for hundreds of years, alone and helpless, silently guarding her husband's tomb. What kind of perseverance and despair is this?

I suddenly felt how dirty and sinful the gold, silver and treasures in my hands were.

I silently put the things in my hand back in their place, then walked up to the woman and bowed deeply.

"Sorry to bother you."

The woman did not react, but just stood there quietly, like a sculpture.

I turned around and left the tomb, crawling out of the robber's hole.

Standing on the mass grave, I looked up at the dark night sky, feeling confused.

I wanted to make a fortune and live a life of luxury, but now I want nothing.

All I want is an answer.

An answer about life, about death, about love.