He had earned himself a Joy eight-hour cooldown.
He had only survived a little over an hour in the game.
In other words, he had not even made it through one-seventh of the survival mission.
Lin Feng took off his helmet and sat there blankly for a while.
He forced his brain to cool down.
Only after a glass of Ice Cola did Lin Feng come back to his senses.
His first life had yielded no useful information about the Map.
He had, however, seen a group of Skeleton Mages fighting Headscarf Skeletons.
Judging by their clothing, neither the Skeleton Mages nor the Headscarf Skeletons were locals.
The legends of the Thirty-Six Stockades.
A Lu Hun...
Lin Feng got up from the couch, went into his studio, and started searching for information.
He searched for A Lu Hun.
There was no one listed under that exact spelling, but there was an alternate spelling.
After a closer look, though, it made no difference. They were pronounced the same, so they were actually the same name.
Both were transliterations.
The problem was that the historical A Lu Hun could not possibly have appeared in Western Hunan.
A Lu Hun had ruled one of the four khanates during the Yuan Dynasty. He belonged to the golden bloodline of the steppes, a khan whose lineage ran from Temujin to Tolui to Hulagu to Abaqa to A Lu Hun. His movements could be traced.
There was absolutely no way he could have returned to Yuan territory, let alone Western Hunan. The country he ruled lay outside the present-day national borders, abroad, somewhere in the Middle East.
He had fought Byzantium and the Roman Papacy, practically reaching Europa.
He had also taken the khanate's throne by overthrowing his uncle, making him a ruler who had risen