Hiss!
Zhou Jin gasped, truly unable to understand how Ling Feng could comprehend these things!
Did Ling Feng's eyes possess X-ray vision?
Why did it feel like he could see everything here so clearly?
Especially when he pried off that brick, Zhou Jin had thought Ling Feng was the designer of this place...
"So, that means the true main tomb chamber is below? This passage is a side hall, then... why would the inheritor of the Xuan Yin Dragon Blood go to such lengths in a side hall?"
Zhou Jin posed his doubts to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng, however, easily opened the wall before them, not too large, just enough for two people to enter!
Stepping in one by one, Zhou Jin followed behind.
Ling Feng then spoke to Zhou Jin unhurriedly, "Either their bloodline was severed, or at that time, the inheritor of the Xuan Yin Dragon Blood encountered trouble. Some people discovered the special nature of this place, and thus left their bloodline here!"
"What was that?" Zhou Jin asked, confused.
Ling Feng shook his head. This time, Ling Feng did not respond but continued to walk inside. The aura of bloodline power grew increasingly clear. However, to Ling Feng's disappointment, the owner of this bloodline aura was indeed dead!
But how did the inheritor of the Xuan Yin Dragon Blood manage to preserve their bloodline power?
No matter how many doubts he had, the answers to all questions here would soon be revealed!
Soon, Ling Feng and Zhou Jin encountered the first trap.
Arrows shot out, but to Ling Feng, it was like a tickle. For ordinary tomb robbers, or those people from before, it might have had a chance to wipe them out.
But for Ling Feng and Zhou Jin, it was simply too weak!
"These traps have been modified, and this poisonous gas is also very troublesome. However, you and I have special physiques, making us basically immune to this poisonous gas. Ordinary people would not be able to reach this point!"
Ling Feng said calmly, and soon discovered some items left behind nearby. He reached out and picked them up.
"What is this? A bodice?"
Zhou Jin glanced at it and couldn't help but show a surprised expression!
Ling Feng shook his head at Zhou Jin, "These are infant clothes, probably from about twenty years ago!"
Saying this, Ling Feng quickened his pace. After lifting the heavy stone tomb door before them, the two of them easily walked in.
The traps in this tomb chamber had all been removed!
With just a glance, Ling Feng confirmed this situation and then saw some items placed around.
"Rattle? Cartoon paper? Slingshot... these are all children's toys, and they are all from recent times!"
Zhou Jin looked at the surrounding furnishings and couldn't help but feel a chill. Such items in an ancient tomb were truly bizarre!
Too strange!
Ling Feng shook his head and walked to the cradle-like object, slightly lifting the quilt on top.
He then saw an infant inside, as if fast asleep!
The infant was curled up, looking as if it were asleep!
But Ling Feng knew very clearly that this infant was dead, brain-dead. It held something in its mouth that could maintain its weak bodily functions. Its blood had almost ceased to circulate, but in fact, it was still operating!
However, this infant's brain death was not an accident, but the result of a severe blow, with the wound on the back of its head.
It was impossible to save the person, but someone had used this method to let it sleep here forever. If it continued like this, its body would not decay for hundreds of years.
Looking back at a fragment of a broken coffin in the southwest corner, Ling Feng could basically confirm that whatever the infant held in its mouth must have been taken from the mouth of the coffin's owner.
But none of this mattered anymore.
Everything here indicated how much the infant's parents loved their child!
To let their child sleep in such a place, forever immersed in dreams, was truly not easy!
Zhou Jin seemed to have noticed something, his nose feeling a little sore, "Heavenly Venerable, this child is already dead! But it still seems to have very weak bodily functions!"
Ling Feng nodded slightly upon hearing this, "This might be a coincidence. If this child is the last inheritor of the Xuan Yin Dragon Blood, then it is the last chance left for me by the Four Great Dragon Blood Families!"
Speaking of this, Ling Feng waved slightly at Zhou Jin beside him.
Zhou Jin immediately handed over a blood collection tool.
Ling Feng looked at the infant's chubby arm and finally hardened his heart to collect some blood!
"If you were alive now, you wouldn't be much younger than me. You are unfortunate, forever left here, but you are also fortunate, accompanied by parents who love you forever in your dreams!"
Ling Feng said word by word, his voice gentle, as if he were coaxing the child to sleep.
Zhou Jin couldn't bear to see such a scene, his nose feeling sore again.
Afterward, Ling Feng directly absorbed a drop of blood into his palm and handed the rest to Zhou Jin, "Do what you can to pass down the bloodline of the Xuan Yin Dragon Blood!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jin quickly nodded repeatedly to Ling Feng, "Yes, Heavenly Venerable, I promise to complete the mission!"
"Good, I need to merge the dragon blood here, and it might take some time. You stay here and keep him company!"
Ling Feng called out to Zhou Jin, then sat down cross-legged!
Zhou Jin nodded repeatedly, moved closer to the infant, covered him with the quilt, and then carefully examined the infant's body!
Finally, he shook his head with some disappointment, "The head injury is too severe. This kind of brain death cannot be saved. If you had met me earlier, there might have been a chance, but brain tissue regeneration is too difficult..."
With sighs, Zhou Jin also felt very sad!
However, after five minutes, Zhou Jin heard cracking sounds coming from Ling Feng!
This commotion startled Zhou Jin!
He looked down at Ling Feng's face, which had turned extremely red, as if his brain were congested!
"Heavenly Venerable, are you... are you alright?!"
Zhou Jin's emotions were clearly a little agitated, but after calling out a few times, he found Ling Feng's expression to be even more pained, his brows furrowed tightly. Only then did he suddenly realize that his commotion was disturbing Ling Feng.
Immediately, Zhou Jin covered his mouth and curled up to the side!
And the voice within Ling Feng never ceased.
Zhou Jin quickly realized that these were the sounds of Ling Feng's bones, muscles, and tendons cracking. After cracking, they would repair, and even his skull showed signs of cracking. These scenes were truly terrifying.
To Zhou Jin, it was as if someone were subjecting Ling Feng to torture!
A cruel torture!
And for Ling Feng, the pain he was experiencing now was unprecedented, and every second felt like he couldn't hold on, constantly reaching the peak of his endurance.