Professor Lin truly felt pity for this general, guarding the tomb of his enemy. How vast must the psychological shadow be?
Anyone would be angered, wouldn't they?
Such resentment, if it were mine, would likely never dissipate over many years.
"This was a stratagem. Little did they know, the Myriad Slave King was waiting precisely for this opportunity. What he needed most was the resentment from this item. What a pity."
Zhou Lin even felt a sense of regret for this general; the move was played masterfully.
"Then... with the general's aura like this, along with resentment, and the corpse energy visible at the entrance, what would the main occupant inside be like?"
Tang Lao's primary concern now was this general. Just the corpse energy alone could control Captain Lin's soul and body. If it were the main occupant, what would that be like?
"One can only imagine how terrifying?"
The metaphysics professor shuddered at the thought, even feeling an urge not to look. This thing was too horrifying; who wouldn't have nightmares after seeing it?
"We still have to go in. Are we going to abandon it at this stage?"
Professor Lin glanced at the inscriptions on the stone door, feeling a pang of emotion.
"It's a pity, though. I wonder who this general was? There were many generals in Mongolia; most learned to ride horses from birth, so being brave and skilled in battle was normal."
"I wonder if any name will be written inside?"
Professor Lin said urgently, as if struck by a thought.
"We'll know when we go in."
Zhou Lin saw that the corpse energy on the stone door had disappeared. He placed his hand on the stone door, about to exert force, when he noticed that the stone door had already developed cracks.
With a mere touch, the entire stone door turned to dust.
Zhou Lin blinked, then looked at the professors behind him.
"Ahem... this is due to the corpse energy, which is why it happened. I didn't damage a cultural relic, so I shouldn't have to pay."
Zhou Lin's biggest worry was the money. This item recorded historical texts, and now that it was gone, he would likely have to pay, right?
"Don't worry, Professor Zhou Lin, we've already photographed it. You won't have to pay. The inscriptions have been preserved."
One of the archaeological team members said, raising his camera.
Zhou Lin's expression improved slightly upon hearing that he wouldn't have to pay. He then found the team member much more agreeable.
"Mm, very good. Promising. I have high hopes for you."
Zhou Lin said, then walked towards the interior. As long as he didn't have to pay, everything was negotiable.
Tang Lao, Professor Lin, and the metaphysics professor all twitched their mouths upon hearing this. It wasn't for any other reason than that Zhou Lin cared too much about money.
In the live stream.
"I think the big shot is worried about money, not the historical inscriptions on the stone door."
"Haha, so cute. That's right, he should say that. The corpse energy eroded the stone door like this, and the walls are crumbling. What's more, this stone door."
"If all the money the big shot has goes to paying fines, won't he sit on the ground and cry?"
"I bet a hundred yuan that the big shot will cry. There's no doubt about it."
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin led everyone inside. They saw a coffin in the center of the stone door's interior, and opposite the coffin, a bronze mirror.
It was very large.
However, on either side of the bronze mirror were two candle holders, with flames flickering intermittently.
The entire space was dim and bright, and in front of the coffin was a memorial tablet, directly opposite the bronze mirror, with some inscriptions on it.
The stone walls of the entire side chamber had begun to show signs of brittleness, and the stones had become dry, as if they would turn to dust at the slightest touch.
Zhou Lin walked up to the memorial tablet and looked at the inscriptions. There were a few words written in Mongolian.
'Spirit Tablet of General Harel.'
Zhou Lin recalled carefully. Who was this Harel?
He hadn't heard of this name in his previous life.
"Strange, is this Harel a Mongolian general?"
Professor Lin asked uncertainly, feeling a sense of familiarity.
"Do you know him, Professor Lin?"
Zhou Lin heard the tone and realized he did.
"I've heard of him before. Many senior professors once studied Mongolian tombs, and there was a passage in unofficial history, but there was no basis for it, so Harel does not appear in Mongolian history."
Professor Lin suddenly remembered the book he had read before.
"What did it say?"
Zhou Lin became interested, looking at Professor Lin with confusion.
The metaphysics professor and Tang Lao beside him also looked at him curiously.
The mercenaries kept a vigilant watch on their surroundings, their eyes fixed on the coffin, fearing a sudden resurgence of corpse energy.
"This is a piece of history. During the peak of the Mongolian empire, there were many top-tier generals, and they were all ranked. One of them, General Tere, mentioned his elder brother, this Harel."
"Harel was brave and skilled in battle, with extraordinary abilities, but he had a weakness: he was a martial arts fanatic, completely devoted to martial arts. However, he disappeared during a battle."
"He was eventually branded a traitor. Fortunately, the Khan at the time did not punish their family, only forbidding any mention of this general. But this was only unofficial history at the time, unverified and unverifiable."
Professor Lin recounted the story, leaving everyone speechless.
So...
This general was tricked like this, and thus became a traitor in a muddled state?
This Myriad Slave King had indeed made a clever plan, to capture someone like this?
It was likely that this general died with his grievances unaddressed.
The entire space fell silent, and then they looked at the coffin opposite them with expressions of sympathy.
In the live stream.
"Why do I feel like this general died so unjustly? Just like that?"
"Indeed. He was calculated to death. He died so unjustly. He did nothing wrong, yet he became a traitor. It's truly unfair."
"But this Myriad Slave King is also very capable. To scheme against such a martial general like this, his death was truly stifling. If it were me, I would also have such lingering resentment, and still guard his tomb? That's too much."
"Alas... it's a pity this piece of history is lost. But I'm more curious about one question... who recorded the inscriptions on that stone door?"