Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

A foundation meant that the soil layer underneath was solid, so the entrance would likely be on one of the surrounding walls!

After searching for about ten minutes, like sweeping for mines, Lin Mo checked each section and finally found an area with a hollow space behind it, then slowly started to pry it open.

The stone slab was very thick, and despite his efforts, he couldn’t budge it.

Later,

Lin Mo simply went back up again and brought down an electric pickaxe connected to an extension board.

Technology was indeed reliable!

Being so deep underground, there was no need to worry about making too much noise.

The power tool was very efficient, and after just a few hits, a notch was made on the stone slab. Using a crowbar and the pickaxe continued the destruction, vastly increasing the speed.

After about two hours of effort, the stone slab finally had a gap wide enough for a person to squeeze through.

Just like before, Lin Mo oxygenated the inside first, then tested with a candle to make sure there was no issue with the oxygen before forcefully squeezing through.

This kind of enclosed space made Lin Mo feel a bit fearful.

But, tempted by treasure, Lin Mo still managed to suppress that fear.

Once through the gap, he observed using a headlamp that behind the stone slab, there was a long corridor only about half a person tall, forcing him to stoop to barely pass through.

Lin Mo put on an oxygen mask, tightened the straps on his backpack, and then slowly made his way inside.

He had watched many tomb raiding movies before.

He really didn’t expect that one day he would encounter such a thing!

“There won’t be any corpse beetles, right?”

At that thought, Lin Mo instinctively tightened his grip on the iron pickaxe and looked back at his escape route.

Once he was sure he could quickly flee in case of an emergency, he slowly walked for about two or three minutes until a circular area of around 10 square meters appeared, scattered with various objects on the ground. He wasn’t sure if they were valuable, but it was clear that they were all antiques.

What was even more eerie was that, right in front of the corridor, there was a huge red sarcophagus, looking unsettlingly ominous!

“Gulp…”

Lin Mo swallowed hard, wanting to retreat and his fingers trembling involuntarily.

He was an absolute atheist, not believing in anything supernatural, but now, being in such an environment, fear inevitably crept in.

“No harm comes to those who don’t look for trouble, just passing by…”

“No harm comes to those who don’t look for trouble, just passing by…”

“No harm comes to those who don’t look for trouble, just passing by…”

Lin Mo carefully looked around, whispering the words over and over under his breath.

This was the saying his father had taught him to recite when he was a child going to pee outside, something he had forgotten over so many years, yet now, it all came back to him.

After some mental preparation, Lin Mo finally calmed himself slightly and bravely moved step by step toward the coffin.

The coffin was sealed shut, impossible to open in a short time, and Lin Mo temporarily lacked the courage to try.

He was now more interested in finding out whose tomb this was?

Everything was so secretive, involving a well and a burial.

Not finding any inscriptions or written explanations around, the place was scattered with items, mainly porcelain and daily necessities, but on the left side of the tomb, there was a shelf with many swords and knives on it.

Lin Mo walked over, picked up the topmost one, and gently pulled the treasured sword from its sheath.

This sword, no matter how long it had been entombed, had no rust at all; the light from the flashlight shone on it, reflecting specks of cold light.

Even though Lin Mo didn’t know much about swords, he could tell that this was definitely a fine blade!

Looking at the scabbard, three characters were inscribed: ‘Xingxing Sword.’

Xingxing?

What does it mean?

I’ve ventured into unfamiliar territory with this, but this thing, it should be quite valuable!

Without mobile data here, Lin Mo couldn’t search for information online. He set down the sword in his hand and picked up another. Upon drawing it, he saw ‘Hanying Sword’ engraved on the scabbard. The other three were respectively Shukong Sword, Tudan Sword, and Yuzhuang Sword.

There were a total of five swords; they seemed to be a set.

Besides, there was nothing else.

His gaze returned to the red coffin.

Lin Mo was indecisive for a moment, not daring to rashly open the coffin. After hesitating for a while, he only took the Yuzhuang Sword and then retreated from the tomb.

No rush…

He decided to figure out the identity of the tomb’s owner before making any decisions.

Back in the basement, his phone regained signal. Lin Mo couldn’t wait to take out his phone and began to search on Baidu. He entered the first keyword, Xingxing Sword.

However, he found nothing. The first link that popped up was titled [Xingxing Sword (One of the Relics of Transformers) – Baidu Encyclopedia].

He then searched for the other four swords by name, but still came up empty.

Just when Lin Mo was at a loss, he suddenly remembered those antique experts he knew in Yuhang, the managers of the Yongshunxiang Antique and Raw Stone Market.

They were all experts, had seen much, and had broad knowledge, maybe even more useful than Baidu.

There was also that livestreamer, Mr. Hai Dong, on TikTok who knew quite a lot; he might have some insights as well.

With that thought, Lin Mo first opened Mr. Hai Dong’s WeChat.

On the chat history was a previous transaction record of 200,000!

That was the red packet Lin Mo sent to Mr. Hai Dong after selling the Yellow Sparrow Painting, as a token of thanks for Mr. Hai Dong’s help during the dismantling of the painting.

Although Mr. Hai Dong said there was no need for so much, he accepted it after Lin Mo insisted.

Lin Mo sent a message, “Mr. Hai Dong, have you heard of the Xingxing Sword?”

After waiting a while with no reply, he checked TikTok and sure enough, Mr. Hai Dong was busy livestreaming.

Lin Mo sent three rockets and once again secured the top spot on the leaderboard. Then he reminded Mr. Hai Dong to check WeChat.

The reply came swiftly after that,

“Xingxing Sword? Of course I’ve heard of it. Heaven and earth, above and below, one case holds five swords, each with its name.”

“If I remember correctly, the Xingxing Sword should be the first one in the ‘Heavenly’ sword case.”

“Bro, why are you suddenly interested in this? Don’t tell me you’ve found the legendary Xingxing Sword lost by Emperor Kangxi? If that’s true, bro, you’ve struck it rich!”

Kangxi?

Kangxi!!??

Kangxi!!!???

What????

The tomb below, is it Kangxi’s?

What kind of nonsense is this?

Even with his poor academic performance, Lin Mo was aware that Kangxi was buried in the Qing Xiaoling Mausoleum. How could he appear in Rakshasa City, and moreover, beneath a secluded village?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Moreover, the scale of the tomb he had seen did not match the legendary imperial tomb at all.

“Mr. Hai Dong, could you have remembered wrong?”

Lin Mo sent back a message.

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