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Lin Feng's footing gave way, and he instantly lost his balance and plummeted downwards! In a moment of quick thinking, he thrust his steel knife fiercely at the side wall in an attempt to regain his footing, but the wall was slippery, and the tip of the knife only left a trail of sparks as it scraped against the surface, his downward momentum undiminished!

At the critical moment, he suddenly reached out with his left hand, his five fingers like hooks, and gripped the edge of the trapdoor! His body was suspended in mid-air, with bottomless darkness beneath his feet, and a cold air current surged up from below.

"Hmph! A desperate struggle!" Han Lu grinned maliciously, struggling to his feet. He pulled a dagger from his waist, staggered over, and was about to chop off Lin Feng's fingers that were gripping the edge!

However, he forgot that there were still state soldiers at the entrance of the tomb!

Just as Han Lu pressed the mechanism and Lin Feng fell, the soldiers guarding the cave entrance heard strange noises and Lin Feng's muffled groans from inside. Knowing something was wrong, they immediately rushed in without regard for their own safety! They saw Han Lu raising his sword, ready to strike Lin Feng, who was hanging in mid-air!

"You traitor, how dare you!" the soldier roared, his steel sword flying from his hand and striking Han Lu in the back!

Hearing the ominous wind behind him, Han Lu was terrified and forgot all about attacking Lin Feng. He hurriedly lunged to the side. The throwing knife grazed his ribs, spraying blood, and embedded itself deeply in the opposite stone wall.

The soldier threw a flying knife and pounced on Han Lu without hesitation, punching him hard in the injured shoulder!

"Ah!" Han Lu let out a shrill scream. The old wounds combined with the new ones caused him so much pain that he almost fainted, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

The state soldiers, not giving up easily, kicked Han Lu in the stomach again, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the stone wall of the tomb. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, and could not get up again.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Feng used his waist and abdomen to flip over and climb out of the trap, landing back on the tomb floor. He staggered for a moment before regaining his balance. The trace of powder he had inhaled earlier still made him a little dizzy, so he quickly took out the antidote pill given to him by Physician Zhou from his pocket, swallowed one, and circulated his internal energy to dissolve it, which made him feel better.

"Master Lin! Are you alright?" The state soldiers rushed forward to help him up.

"It's alright." Lin Feng waved his hand, looked at Han Lu who was slumped in the corner and barely breathing, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

That was close! If the state soldiers hadn't arrived in time, I probably would have fallen into this trap and perished in this unknown depth. Han Lu is indeed ruthless; even on his deathbed, he still managed to turn the tables.

He walked up to Han Lu, squatted down, and looked at him coldly: "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Han Lu's face was covered in blood, his eyes unfocused, but when he looked at Lin Feng, they were still filled with resentment and unwillingness. He grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, and hissed, "Cough cough... Lin Feng... you... you're lucky... but... you can't beat... Lord Xiahou... you can't beat... Shadow Hawk..."

"Shadow Hawk?" Lin Feng caught the unfamiliar word. "What's that? Xiahou Ying's accomplices? Di Rong's spy organization?"

"Heh heh...you...you don't deserve to know..." Han Lu panted heavily, a strange smile on his face. "But...since you're...about to die...telling you...won't hurt...the underground palace...they're in...the underground palace..."

"Underground palace? What underground palace? Where is it?" Lin Feng asked urgently.

"In...in..." Han Lu's voice trailed off, his eyes growing unfocused. He suddenly reached out, his hand trembling, pointing to a corner on the other side of the tomb chamber, where nothing but dirt lay. "In...there...the list...the weapons...are all there...Lord Xiahou...long live..."

His fingers fell limply, a gurgling sound came from his throat, his eyes lost all light, his head lolled to the side, and he died. Even in his dying moments, his finger stubbornly pointed to that empty corner.

Lin Feng frowned, walked over, and carefully examined the corner Han Lu had pointed to. There was only solid earth and rock face there, nothing unusual. He tapped it with his scabbard; the sound was dull, solid.

"Underground palace...list...armory..." Lin Feng muttered to himself. Were Han Lu's dying words just incoherent ramblings, or were they clues deliberately left behind? If they were clues, what was the meaning of this empty corner?

"Master Lin, look here!" The state soldier suddenly made a discovery beside Han Lu's body. He pried out a small piece from between the fingers of Han Lu's tightly clenched left hand—it seemed to be a broken piece of black material, neither cloth nor leather, with half a blurry pattern embroidered on it with dark red silk thread, like a... bird's wing? Or perhaps, a falcon's wing?

Lin Feng took the black fragment. It was cool and supple to the touch, like some kind of specially made leather. Although the embroidery on it was damaged, the unique eagle pattern immediately reminded him of the Di Rong clothing he had found in the underground stone chamber of the Qi Prince's mansion, as well as the corner of the garment with the eagle mark embroidered on it that Xiahou Ying had left behind when he escaped.

Where did this fragment come from? Was it Han Lu's own, or did he tear it from someone else? He clutched it tightly before he died; what was he trying to imply?

"Master Lin, what do we do now?" the state soldier asked, looking at Han Lu's corpse and the eerie tomb, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Lin Feng put away the black fragment and carefully searched Han Lu's body again. Apart from a few taels of silver, a poisoned dagger, and some miscellaneous items, there was nothing else of value. He then searched the tomb chamber again, knocking on every inch of the walls and floor, but apart from the flip-top trap, there were no other mechanisms or secret passages.

"Let's go out first," Lin Feng said.

This is not a place to linger. Han Lu is dead, and the clues seem to have gone cold again, but the new information such as "Shadow Hawk" and "Underground Palace" may open up a new breakthrough.

The two men left the tomb and returned to the outside of the archway. The two state soldiers who remained behind breathed a sigh of relief when they saw them come out.

Lin Feng briefly explained the situation, and the four of them immediately returned to the depression along the original route.

The battle in the depression had long ended. Some of the men in black were dead, others had fled, and Yang Dingbian and his men had captured seven or eight alive, who were being bound and interrogated. Upon seeing Lin Feng return, Yang Dingbian quickly went to greet him.

"Master Lin! Are you alright? Did you catch that old bastard?" Yang Ding asked with concern, his brow furrowing as he saw the bloodstains on Lin Feng's body and his slightly pale face.

"I'm fine, just some superficial injuries. Han Lu is dead." Lin Feng briefly recounted what happened in the tomb, omitting the details of inhaling the poison powder and falling into the trap. He only said that Han Lu was seriously injured and died, babbling incoherently before his death, mentioning "Shadow Hawk" and "Underground Palace," and then showed the black fragment to Yang Dingbian.

"Shadow Hawk? Underground Palace?" Yang Ding examined the fragments closely, turning them over and over. After hearing Lin Feng's speculation that "Shadow Hawk" might be a Di Rong spy organization, his expression turned serious. "If that's true, then things are more complicated than we imagined. Behind Xiahou Ying, there might not only be the King of Qi, but also a much larger and more secretive Di Rong intelligence network. Could this 'underground palace' be one of their secret strongholds?"

"Very likely," Lin Feng nodded. "Han Lu's pointing finger at the empty space before he died might not have been random. Perhaps there were some markings or hints there originally, but we just didn't notice them. Or perhaps the entrance to the 'underground palace' is somewhere in this mass grave. Was he deliberately pointing there to mislead us, or to leave a clue?"

"That old bastard, even in death he's still trying to pull some tricks!" Yang Ding cursed, then said, "Whatever this 'Shadow Hawk' or 'underground palace,' now that it's shown its face, it's not going anywhere! I'll send more men to search this mass grave again! We'll dig three feet into the ground, we'll find that damn underground palace!"

"That's not advisable." Lin Feng shook his head. "The mass grave area is too large and the terrain is complex. A blind search would only waste manpower and easily alert the enemy. Han Lu is dead, and Xiahou Ying is seriously injured and on the run. If 'Shadow Hawk' truly exists, they must be on high alert and even more secretive right now. We need to plan this carefully. The most urgent task is to interrogate these prisoners to see if we can get them to talk. Also, we need to take Han Lu's body and these fragments back to Lord Feng for his decision."

Yang Dingbian thought for a moment and agreed: "Master Lin is indeed very thoughtful. Alright, I'll clean up the scene and escort the prisoners back to the city! Damn it, after all this trouble, we've finally gotten something out of it!"

As dawn approached, a faint white light appeared on the eastern horizon, but the thick fog still lingered, enveloping this desolate land as if concealing many untold secrets.

On the way back to the city, Lin Feng sat on his horse, silent.

There seem to be more clues, but also more confusion.

The morning light finally managed to pierce through the thick fog and fall upon the mottled city walls of Qingzhou. A new day had begun.