Urban All-Round Master

Capítulo 1526: Chapter 1560: The Millennium Liu Shen’s Tomb!

6:30 in the morning… Lin Zifeng headed south after entering the dense forest. The worst part was that the compass he was carrying was broken, otherwise he wouldn’t have easily lost his way.

After killing a wild boar to solve his hunger problem, he started running towards another island.

Saint Anna’s situation was unclear, so Lin Zifeng decided to find Saint Anna first today. Otherwise, if the Federation Bureau blames him, he would have to bear all the responsibilities, and that would be a disaster.

As he sprinted along, Lin Zifeng suddenly stopped when he passed a marsh area, feeling as though he sensed something.

“Hmm? What sound is so mournful?” Lin Zifeng frowned; while running, he distinctly felt a mysterious sound string suddenly arise from behind him, swaying with the wind, the strings sounding extremely mournful and sorrowful.

Looking around, the entire wasteland of gray marshland showed almost no signs of life, and Lin Zifeng couldn’t figure out where the sound string was coming from.

In such a dense area of swamp gas and death, accompanied by a soul-stirring yet mournful sound string, even Lin Zifeng’s innermost feelings began to ache inexplicably, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

He stood tall there, closing his eyes to listen intently, the mournful sound string echoing in his mind for a long time…

And just as he was quietly listening, the sound string was clearly a Soul Requiem. First melancholic, then helpless in the middle, and finally the piercing roars, as if the echoing strings were playing out an unprecedented great battle!

At that moment, scenes of blood-boiling battles seemed to flash in his mind, picturing a group of Human Race warriors, sacrificing themselves for their homeland, shedding hot blood. Severed limbs and bodies clashing fiercely, shaking the heavens!

Especially, in his mind’s eye, a mighty young man donned a scarlet battle robe, fighting unknown creatures with unmatched might, holding solitary ground, unmatched by thousands…

Various passionate and surging imaginations filled him, and ultimately, Lin Zifeng’s mind produced a highly bizarre scene, where the man in the blood-colored battle robe wielded the War Sword and slew all heroes under the heavens, stepping atop piles of corpses thousands in number, single-handedly constructing a towering tower of corpse blood, defending all those needing protection behind him! Facing armies with unparalleled grace, never once blinking an eye…

“What!”

Suddenly! Lin Zifeng opened his eyes violently, surprised to find that he had deeply submerged into a certain memory!

Good heavens! What kind of sound string is this that can impact human brain nerves to such a degree, even capable of manipulating brain cells to conjure a bloody, exciting scene!

A Onmyoji’s hypnotism can confuse nerves, sending signals that a certain part of the body is injured, causing local cells to respond immediately, producing injury reactions. Yet he had not imagined that just a sound string could produce such injury and dreadful consequences in his body’s cells…

“Could this marsh hide some unknown secret?” Lin Zifeng quickly swept across the marsh, following the direction of the sound string.

The marsh was filled with countless floating animal corpses; all along, he saw several fierce beasts fallen into the marsh, already decayed beyond recognition, flies, rot, death stench, decay… all sorts of nauseating smells mixed together, the swamp gas the most lethal; inhaling too much of it, people would experience discomfort with horrifying results…

Lin Zifeng continued searching in the direction of the marsh, and after leaving the marshy pool, soon discovered the sound string’s direction in a dense forest…

Upon approaching, Lin Zifeng was stunned.

It was actually a bamboo grove chopped at the waist by someone, the sound of music produced with the wind blowing…

Such acoustic prowess, requiring musical virtuosos of high caliber— not only must they chop the bamboo distinctively, but also heed the effects of wind, realizing the expertise is certainly beyond ordinary capabilities…

He slowly approached to inspect, discovering in the center of the bamboo grove stood a huge stele, covered in dense vines, etched over years, the stele stood whole, but the passage of time made it hard to discern the stele’s erosion.

The stele displayed dense engravings of words, the technique profound, carved entirely by fingertips! Clearly, the engraver possessed immense Power…

Observing nobody around, Lin Zifeng dared move closer to silently observe the enormous stele up close. Extending his hand, he gently caressed the stele’s surface.

“Liu Shen’s Tomb!” At this moment, Lin Zifeng discovered three traditional characters engraved on the stele. The script had weathered severely, granite stones did not easily weather and corrode without a thousand years. If one didn’t carefully recognize it, truly discerning the engraving on the stele was highly challenging.

“Liu Shen’s Tomb? Could this really be Liu Shen’s Clan?” Lin Zifeng’s eyebrows slowly furrowed, reaching to touch the three large characters.

At this instant, he noticed a towering tomb next to the stele! The tomb was large, roughly ten meters wide.

Completely enveloped tightly by vines.

If his heart guessed rightly, this enormous tomb before him surely housed the true— Liu Shen.

Or could it be that Lin Zifeng had been controlled by the sound string earlier, generating an illusion of a man clad in red battle robe?

“How is that possible!” Lin Zifeng’s eyes widened, stepping back.

“A person long deceased from a thousand years ago, no matter how remarkable, couldn’t possibly still manipulate human nervous systems!” Lin Zifeng desperately disbelieved the reality before him.

Why say the tomb’s occupant died a thousand years ago? Because the stele beside the tomb was of granite material, without a thousand years of Time, serious weathering and corrosion is unlikely.

At this moment, Lin Zifeng discovered a small tomb… precisely it seemed a small mound…

Near the large tomb, lay an unobtrusive small mound, if not that it slightly rose above the ground, determining whether it was a tomb or merely a raised surface would have been difficult.

Lin Zifeng approached, squatting low; the small mound bore no tombstone, grown wild with weeds, utterly discarded by the large tomb aside.

If someone visited here, likely no one would pay heed to that lonely and silent tomb without a stele…

Lin Zifeng’s eyes sparkled, attempting to use an X-ray vision to inspect the small mound, but to allow the deceased peace, Lin Zifeng refrained from using X-ray vision, instead bent deeply in respect…