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

Seeing them walk away, Lin Feng no longer concealed his strength and swung his iron shovel to fill the soil with all his might.

About fifteen minutes later, an earthen mound had been built.

He examined it carefully and found that the amount of soil on both sides of the earthen grave was uneven, with one side having more soil and the other less, making it look asymmetrical.

Lin Feng picked up the iron spatula again and carefully trimmed the mound until it became round and neat, then nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, he was covered in mud, and the smell of sweat mixed with the stench of death. The pungent odor made Lin Feng want to vomit.

He didn't linger any longer and turned to walk towards the Yongguan River.

Yongguan River is only two miles away from the cemetery.

With Lin Feng's current strength, he can arrive in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea if he quickens his pace.

Before even getting close to the riverbank, the sound of rushing water could already reach our ears.

He quickened his pace, and a moment later, the Yongguan River came into view.

Under the sunlight, the river rushes northward like flowing silver ingots, its water crystal clear.

He walked toward the riverbank, where the lush water plants almost reached his knees.

Gazing at the clear river water, Lin Feng took a deep breath of fresh air, a look of enjoyment on his face.

Without saying a word, he plunged into the river, still fully clothed.

The moment I entered the water, a refreshing coolness swept over my entire body, instantly erasing any lingering smells and fatigue.

Lin Feng lay on the water with his arms outstretched, letting the current carry him slowly.

This feeling of comfort is just so wonderful.

He didn't turn over and swim back until he had drifted more than a hundred meters away.

Back on shore, Lin Feng took off his dirty clothes, took out shampoo from his spatial storage, and carefully washed his entire body, rinsing it three times with the foam, before feeling clean.

He took out his watch and looked at it; it was already eleven o'clock. He figured Zhao Erniu should be arriving by now.

This watch is the same classic Casio F-91W model worn by Bin Laden, known for its ruggedness and durability.

Stretching, Lin Feng returned to his spatial dimension.

Open all nineteen packets of salt, pour them onto a butter cloth, and wrap them up.

They then brought out the remaining half-box of candles, which, upon closer inspection, numbered seven hundred and fifty.

Looking at the pile of white salt in front of him, Lin Feng sighed, not expecting these supplies to be used up so quickly.

He had prepared three hundred taels of silver, but he never expected that he would spend most of it in such a short time.

As for the ten kilograms of salt and the candles I bought, they're all gone.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder, carried the candle box, and left the space without lingering, turning back to head towards the burial mound.

When they were still more than a hundred meters away from the cemetery, Lin Feng saw Zhao Erniu's figure.

As he approached, Zhao Erniu immediately grinned and greeted him, "Young Master Lin, what brings you from the west today?"

Lin Feng smiled faintly: "I arrived a little early. Seeing that you hadn't arrived yet, I went for a stroll by the river."

"Oh, I see!" Zhao Erniu pointed excitedly behind him, "Young Master Lin, what do you think of this black bear?"

Lin Feng looked in the direction he pointed and saw a huge black bear lying on the ground in the open space next to the cemetery.

The corpse was over three meters long and, judging by its size, weighed at least a thousand kilograms.

Lin Feng clicked his tongue twice, then immediately gave a thumbs up: "Amazing! I only mentioned it yesterday, and you've already brought over such a huge thing today, impressive!"

Zhao Erniu chuckled sheepishly, scratched his head, and said, "I'm glad Young Master Lin is satisfied."

By the way, did you bring the white jade salt and candles I mentioned yesterday?

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, I brought it."

As he spoke, he opened his backpack and took out salt and candles wrapped in buttercloth.

When the packaging was opened, the whitish salt shone even brighter in the sunlight, whiter than snow.

Zhao Erniu's eyes lit up instantly, his face full of joy: "That's right, that's right, it's this white jade salt and candle!"

My eldest sister loves these things the most.

The chief of Fuhu Mountain?

Lin Feng understood.

So that's how it is. After all this fuss, it turns out that the female head of the household had her eye on these things.

That's true, women always tend to prefer material comforts.

These rare and wonderful things now make sense.

Lin Feng chuckled lightly: "If you like it, that's good."

Zhao Erniu eagerly stuck out his index finger, dipped the pad of his finger in some salt, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and smacked his lips, praising, "The taste is exactly the same as before, really good!"

Lin Feng cut to the chase: "How do you think this price is reasonable?"

Zhao Erniu had already made his plans, and immediately said, "I'll price this black bear at one hundred and forty taels! As for this white jade salt, it's solid hard currency; I'll take as much as Young Master Lin has."

The price remains the same as before: six ounces of white jade salt per pound.

"Candles, one hundred coins each, what do you think?"

"Can."

Lin Feng nodded and said, "This white jade salt weighs a total of nineteen catties, which is equivalent to one hundred and fourteen taels."

There are 750 candles, totaling 75 taels.

The total comes to 189 taels, the black bear is valued at 140 taels, so you still owe me 49 taels.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Erniu scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Young Master Lin, to be honest, I didn't bring that much silver with me today..."

Lin Feng chuckled and joked, "Oh, I see. Then I'll take fewer candles and we can trade next time."

"No, no, no..."

Zhao Erniu quickly waved his hand, his eyes darting around, and stepped forward, saying, "If Young Master Lin trusts me, I'll send you another tiger tomorrow to settle the debt. What do you think?"

"Just take these candles all at once."

Candles and white jade salt are things the chief likes; once he sees them, there's no reason to return them.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng looked at him and suddenly laughed: "No need for the tiger."

If you're willing to do me a small favor, I'll forgo the money and give it to you directly.

Zhao Erniu's eyes lit up, and he immediately patted his chest and assured him, "Young Master Lin, please speak freely. As long as I, Zhao, can do it, I will not hesitate!"

Lin Feng's smile faded, and his tone turned serious: "Help me kill someone?"

Zhao Erniu didn't refuse; instead, he asked with curiosity, "Murder? Who to kill?"

Previously, Zhao Erniu killed two disciples of the Tian Family Martial Arts School, and Lin Feng disposed of their bodies.

He and Lin Feng were essentially in the same trench.

Lin Feng said, "I have offended someone who is wicked and will probably take revenge on me sooner or later."

I am no match for him yet.

As long as you help me, it doesn't matter if I can't kill him, I just need to severely injure him.

I just don't know if you have the ability.

Sensing the slight disdain in the words, Zhao Erniu felt somewhat indignant, but not knowing the other party's identity, he asked in a deep voice, "What is the other party's strength?"

"In the early stages of internal strength cultivation, one is proficient in a set of sword techniques."

Zhao Erniu was taken aback at first, then stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng, before grinning with disdain: "Ha! I thought you were someone important, but you're just a mere early-stage Inner Strength cultivator! This is easy, leave it to me!"

Then Zhao Erniu patted his chest, his pride rising: "Just tell me who that person is and where he is now, and I'll kill him for you, young master!"