HCB Chapter 242 Golmud Sanatorium
Chapter 242 Golmud Sanatorium
"People keep themselves busy because of greed!"
Cheng Feng stroked the little flower lying beside the sofa.
He couldn't bear to part with the people, and he couldn't bear to part with these little kids either.
If he could acquire more Longevity Pills and Perfect Corpse Beetle Pills, he would be less likely to be separated from familiar things.
"According to the agreement, the next group should deliver a message in half a month."
I'll set off in two weeks. If there's news from Inner Mongolia, I'll go there; if not, I'll go elsewhere.
Let's set off for Gutongjing then, that's settled!
After Cheng Feng made his decision, Chen Wenjin could only silently cooperate.
We need to send more people to Gutongjing to make preliminary preparations, including gathering intelligence in the area.
Also, find a suitable guide for Cheng Feng.
It's better to leave professional matters to professionals, rather than letting Cheng Feng wander aimlessly in the unfamiliar desert.
What could possibly be done in a month might end up taking ten months to complete.
"Oh, by the way, I've set up some things in the backyard. Come with me tomorrow morning, just in case anything goes wrong because you don't know where you are."
Remembering the Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor, Cheng Feng spoke to the women.
Huo Ling asked curiously:
"Honey, what strange stuff have you gotten your hands on this time?"
The last time he said that was when he was planting blood bait vines in the underground warehouse.
Cheng Feng stood up and casually said:
"We've got a Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor suit as a gatekeeper, so whatever you do, don't go into the backyard tonight!"
After saying that, Cheng Feng walked up to the second floor.
After Cheng Feng left, Huo Ling tilted her head and asked in confusion:
"Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor? Sherry, could this be one of the Three Nails and Four Armors of your Mountain Moving Technique?"
Yang Xueli shook her head.
"No, this Nine Deaths Terrifying Tomb Armor is recorded in my maternal grandfather's records; it's a very terrifying anti-theft measure."
Originating in the Spring and Autumn Period, it was mostly used in the tombs of royalty and nobility.
"Old Cheng is really something. We live in the center of the base, what's the point of setting up anti-theft measures!"
Chen Wenjin sighed helplessly.
Their house was surrounded by disciples of the Unloading Ridge sect.
The most central area consisted of the residences of thirty elite soldiers, with the outer perimeter arranged according to seniority and ability.
"In his words, this is just a hobby."
As she spoke, Yang Xueli opened the book again and lay down in Cheng Feng's original spot to read.
That evening, Cheng Feng knocked on Yang Xueli's door.
After a night of turmoil, Yang Xueli was the last one to get up the next day.
Fortunately, everyone was used to it. After breakfast, they followed Cheng Feng to the backyard to let the Nine Deaths Shocking Tomb Armor recognize them.
"So many bronze artifacts, some even with inscriptions, they must be incredibly valuable!"
Looking at the various bronze artifacts that could almost form a small mountain, Chen Wenjin exclaimed.
"If a thief came here, he would definitely think the same thing, and his fate might not be good."
After making sure that the Nine Deaths Shocking Tomb Armor remembered the people in the family, the four women each left home.
They currently work at the base, and can go out just a few steps away, saving on fuel costs.
Cheng Feng, the carefree eldest son, leisurely strolled around the yard with Xiao Hua.
Then he went back to his room to change his clothes and went down to the warehouse to store the treasure he had obtained from the Lu Palace.
There were quite a few burial items in the Lu King's Palace, and it took Cheng Feng a while to sort them out and put them away separately.
After coming up from the underground warehouse, Cheng Feng drove away from the base.
A dozen minutes later, Cheng Feng's car stopped at an abandoned sanatorium.
He had planned to come here for a while, but the fake archaeological team that had been captured from the underwater tomb was still stationed here.
The people monitoring them only said they had left in the last two days.
Cheng Feng then came to check the situation.
He casually parked the car at the locked iron gate.
After getting off the bus, Cheng Feng leaped over the iron gate, grabbed the railing with one hand, and jumped over.
At this time, the famous Golmud Sanatorium was already deserted.
It's not like ordinary people haven't tried to snag a bargain before.
But they were all terrified, and since then, this place has become a notorious haunted building.
Even during the day, no one dares to approach.
Upon reaching the entrance of the sanatorium, the door was locked and difficult to open from the outside.
Cheng Feng did not resort to violence, but silently walked to the corner.
The windows here should have been sealed off, but the predecessors have already opened up the way.
"Now that Huo Ling is still alive and well, and without Chen Wenjin's leadership, what will be the final outcome for this group?"
With that thought in mind, Cheng Feng nimbly jumped through the window.
The room was a mess, with various documents scattered on the floor.
This shows how rushed the evacuation was at the time.
Furthermore, some drawers and cabinets showed signs of secondary damage, likely caused by someone breaking through the window to scavenge for scraps.
Cheng Feng's destination wasn't here; he opened the door and went straight into the corridor.
The corridors here are filled with abandoned surveillance cameras, leaving almost no blind spots.
One can imagine how closely those fake archaeologists were guarded at the time.
After searching for a long time on the first floor, Cheng Feng finally found the entrance to the basement.
However, the basement had already been opened by then.
"There's a fishy smell. Are they drying salted fish here?"
After catching this subtle scent, Cheng Feng thought to himself speechlessly.
The smell emanating from his old willow boat is exactly the same as it does now.
Filled with curiosity, Cheng Feng stepped into the basement.
It was pitch black here, and a huge bronze coffin was placed in the large space.
The smell of the sea became even stronger after entering this area.
Arriving at the bronze coffin, Cheng Feng raised his hand and knocked on it, producing a clanging sound.
"It's sealed off. Take it back with you when you leave and open it there."
After reserving ownership of the bronze coffin, Cheng Feng turned and began to look around.
There weren't many things in the basement, just a bronze coffin and a few miscellaneous chairs and tables.
Soon, Cheng Feng's gaze settled on a wall.
"That's interesting. They were rushing up there, but they specially built a wall here, and the surface of the wall was even made to look old."
Muttering to himself, Cheng Feng walked to the wall that he had noticed something amiss about.
Raise your hand and run your finger across the wall to wipe away the deliberately applied paint, revealing the bricks and stones underneath.
Keng!
With a muffled thud, Cheng Feng's two fingers pierced into the cement brick wall.
Then Cheng Feng forcibly removed a red brick.
"My two-finger probing skills have become increasingly refined; no wonder Shirley begged for mercy last night!"
Cheng Feng smiled as he thought of something interesting.
He then began to pry the bricks off the gap with his hands.
After working for two minutes, Cheng Feng dismantled a circular opening in the wall large enough for a person to pass through.
And indeed, there was another space on the other side.
To Cheng Feng's surprise, the space hidden behind the wall was surprisingly large.
It was also divided into several rooms, each with its own door.
Cheng Feng opened the first door, revealing a room that had clearly been inhabited before.
A cot, a desk with several history books and some scraps of paper on it.
Arriving at the desk, Cheng Feng pulled out a chair, sat down, and picked up a piece of scrap paper with writing on it.