Stepping onto the Red Mud, Lin Feng had already accepted that he might not return.
He had saved his progress anyway.
If he died, he could simply come back again.
Darkness appeared beneath his feet and swallowed all the Red Mud clinging to them.
He approached the Western explorer's corpse.
After turning the Western explorer over, Lin Feng felt a certain sympathy for him.
The Red Mud had sealed all seven openings in his head, suffocating him to death.
That kind of agony...
Lin Feng could relate all too well.
First, he searched the explorer's body and found a black leather-bound Bible. One glance told him it was the Old Testament.
Next came an exquisitely crafted snuff bottle.
He tipped out its contents. Sand.
He opened the sheepskin bag beside the corpse, still clenched tightly in the Westerner's hand. Fine sand spilled out of that too.
All sand?
Had he just returned from Shazhou? Was that why he had sand all over him?
If you really came from Shazhou...
There are so many murals in Shazhou. Why didn't you steal a few?
If he really was a Western adventurer from Shazhou, or one passing through here from the Plateau, he very likely also did some "S" and mapmaking on the side. These people had taken away enormous numbers of scriptures and illustrated books.
Some had even gone to the Plateau specifically to take photographs.
Lin Feng searched him again and found his belongings remarkably "clean." There were only those two items, plus the clothes he wore.
He checked once more.
Lin Feng detected nothing.
The man had no soul. Who knew where it had gone?
Lin Feng refused to believe this man was so honest.
*Oh, so you're the honest one, the noble one? Everyone else makes a fortune taking