Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

In the deep, quiet passageway, a person suddenly appeared out of the silence.

In an instant, Lin Feng felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end!

Almost instinctively, he threw the short blade in the blink of an eye.

"Whoosh!"

The short blade, swift as a shooting star, aimed at the strange woman's forehead.

Regardless of gender, Lin Feng directly killed him.

"Knock!"

The short blade pierced deep into the wood, striking the woman's "brain."

Strangely, not a drop of blood flowed from the woman's forehead.

"painting?"

Lin Feng gazed at the lifelike woman and, upon closer inspection, discovered that she was actually a painted image on a wooden door.

Because the painter's skills were so superb, Lin Feng initially thought there was a real woman standing there.

Raymond Lam frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Could it be a 'woman opening a door' mural used in tombs?"

Lin Feng had been in Daqian for quite some time and had heard storytellers recount some strange tales.

Among them are bizarre stories of tomb raiders digging for gold.

This painting of a woman opening a door originated in the previous dynasty and flourished at the end of that dynasty.

Often used in tombs, these structures include doors, stone walls, and other features along the path to the burial chamber, depicting a "woman opening a door."

Their image is often that of someone peeking out half their body or head, like a guide.

People believe that this door symbolizes the boundary between the realms of Yin and Yang, and the woman standing in the center of the door is a guide.

It guides the soul of the tomb's occupant to the afterlife or leads the spirit to a fairyland.

"Could this really be a tomb?"

"The fact that a black dragon was used as the entrance to the tomb indicates that the tomb's owner was either very rich or very powerful."

"Perhaps it's the mausoleum of royalty or nobility?"

Lin Feng became more and more excited as he analyzed the situation, thinking that the people of Daqian might have some reservations or fears about vengeful spirits seeking revenge.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, the tombs of kings and generals were nothing more than places where the dead rested.

Once the peace negotiations conclude, Lin Feng will take up his post in Ruzhou.

He acquired some property from the Wang family, but the annual income was only tens of thousands of taels of silver.

If you want to make a name for yourself quickly in Ruzhou, money is absolutely essential.

If a large tomb is discovered, we can dig out all the treasures inside and use them as start-up capital in Ruzhou.

Thinking this, he walked toward the wooden door painted with the image of a woman opening a door.

"Click!"

When Lin Feng was three steps away from the wooden door, he suddenly stepped on a paving stone.

The floor tiles sank downwards, and with a "click," some kind of mechanism began to operate.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two jet-black arrows with bluish tips shot out from the woman's eyes on the door.

too fast!

A crossbow bolt was fired from three paces away, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon them.

An ordinary person would definitely have died from a crossbow bolt.

But Lin Feng's reaction speed was astonishing; he first took a half-step back.

After creating some distance, Lin Feng had some time to adjust.

It's impossible to dodge in time.

Raymond Lam is highly skilled and daring; he doesn't dodge or flinch, but attacks with both hands simultaneously!

"Bang!"

His hands were like two iron clamps, firmly gripping the rapidly firing crossbow bolt.

The crossbow bolts were incredibly powerful; even Lin Feng, with his strength, almost couldn't control them.

The arrow was no more than two inches from Lin Feng's face.

The deep blue sheen on it made Lin Feng break out in a cold sweat.

"Poisoned crossbow bolts? How vicious!"

He casually tossed the crossbow bolt aside, staring at the wooden door with lingering fear.

"Since it's a tomb, there must be some tricks involved; we need to be careful."

Lin Feng raised his shield and held it in front of him, cautiously exploring the area.

However, to Lin Feng's surprise, apart from the crossbow attacks, he did not encounter any other ambushes.

After opening the wooden door and passing through the narrow passageway, Lin Feng lit the wall lamps one by one.

On the rock walls on both sides, you can also see exquisitely carved and lifelike flowers.

Lin Feng counted them; there were twelve kinds of flowers in total.

The sequence from orchids to daffodils corresponds perfectly to the order of the "Twelve Flower Goddesses" in the Daqian folklore.

Stepping out of the passageway, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

Before him stood a grand hall, flanked by four thick stone pillars carved with coiled dragons.

The main hall is square, about ten zhang in both length and width.

From the entrance passage at Linfeng, there is a path paved with bluestone that extends all the way to the depths of the main hall.

Lin Feng followed suit and lit all the wall lamps that could be lit.

The scattered lights dispelled some of the darkness, and Lin Feng could barely make out the interior of the main hall with the help of the light.

Door!

A bronze gate, three zhang high and two zhang wide, is embedded in the stone wall.

Its thickness is immeasurable, but judging from the casting process, the craftsmanship is superb and the materials are exquisite. It is unknown how much silver must have been spent to build such a giant door.

"How strange! Who would build a tomb like this?"

Lin Feng initially thought this place would be a tomb, but when he saw the appearance of the bronze door, doubts arose in his mind.

The bronze door is carved with all sorts of flowers: peonies, herbaceous peonies, lilies, daisies...

A variety of flowers are vying for attention, each one lifelike, and upon closer inspection, it turns out that no two are alike.

Lin Feng observed carefully and even took down a wall lamp for lighting as he looked up.

When Lin Feng saw the flower in the center of the bronze door, he was completely stunned.

"That's... the Boundless Flower?!"

Lin Feng never dreamed that he would see the Wuji Flower relief here.

In the very center of the bronze gate is a giant flower with twelve petals, evenly distributed around the stamen.

The flower's stamens are divided into two parts, yin and yang. There are two deep grooves in the left stamen, which is "yin within yang," and the right stamen, which is "yang within yin."

The groove has a complex internal structure, and at first glance it looks like a giant keyhole with some special feature.

Beneath the Wuji Flower, there is a separate "keyhole," the structure of which is completely different from the keyhole in the stamen.

Lin Feng observed and pondered at the same time.

"A keyhole? You need to open the keyhole to open the bronze door?"

"These three keyholes seem to be the key to opening the bronze door."

However, what is truly chilling is that each of the twelve petals of the Wuji Flower is carved with a beautiful face.

The women's faces were all different, yet each one was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

But their expressions were strangely similar, with the corners of their mouths slightly upturned, as if they were calmly welcoming death.

"A Wuji flower with a human face? Why is there a Wuji flower pattern here?"

Lin Feng took two steps back, his mind churning with thoughts.

First, according to the intelligence given to him by Prince Li Ji of Jin, the Wuji Flower is related to the Tianchi Palace of the Liao Dynasty.

Furthermore, the elixir pouch given to Zheng Yan by the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor also bore the mark of the Boundless Flower.

Lin Feng currently has no evidence to prove that Tianchi Palace has a direct connection with the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor.

Secondly, the Wuji Flower appeared in the underground palace beneath the Black Dragon Pool. Judging from the layout of the place, no one has been here for many years.

That is to say, neither the Heavenly Pool Palace of the Liao Dynasty nor the national teacher of the Northern Barbarians should know of the existence of this place.

Otherwise, given the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor's almost demonic wisdom, how could this underground palace have waited for Lin Feng to open it?

In other words, this place may have some connection with Tianchi Palace and the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor.

This might become a trump card or a bargaining chip in Lin Feng's hands.

Finally, three keys are needed to open the bronze door.

He can secretly search for relevant clues, and if he can collect them all one day, he will be able to uncover the secrets behind the bronze door.

After weighing the pros and cons, Lin Feng even tried to push the bronze door open with brute force.

The result proved it was hopeless!

The bronze door weighs far more than a thousand pounds.

Even if hundreds or thousands of people come, it won't make a difference.

"Let's explore other places too; we can't have come all this way for nothing."

After inspecting the bronze door, Lin Feng walked behind the stone pillars on both sides.

But on the wall behind the stone pillar, there were four giant murals.

I don't know what materials were used, but the paint on the mural is still as bright as new, and the painting is so lifelike.

The murals are painted in a simple and elegant style, and the figures can be outlined with just a few strokes.

It is evident that the person who painted the mural must have been a master painter with superb skills.

"Eight horses?"

The mural in front of Lin Feng depicted a scene of eight horses pulling a magnificent carriage.

The carriage was inlaid with gold and silver, glittering brightly, and upon closer inspection, it was found to be decorated with gold powder.

"Red Steed, Black Steed, White-Haired Steed, Over-the-Wheel Steed, Mountain Steed, Yellow Steed, Steed of Hualien, Green-Eared Steed?"

"Are these the eight divine steeds that King You of Zhou dragged along during his travels throughout the land, according to legend?"

Looking up again, Lin Feng saw that the Eight Horses were pulling the carriage straight towards a towering mountain range.

The mountain range is so high that it seems to connect with the sky, so sacred and majestic that one dares not look directly at it.

He instantly realized that what was depicted on the mural matched the myths and legends that King Li Ji of Zhou had seen in the scrolls.

It was during King You of Zhou's travels to Mount Kunlun!