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There were eight coffins laid out in the space.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The surroundings bore a stark simplicity.

“This appears to be a sacrificial burial pit, ” mused Luo Feng.

His careful taps on the tiles underfoot checked for hidden snares. Once certain of their absence, he approached the coffins.

The odds of traps within the tomb were slim, yet Luo Feng maintained a level of vigilance.

After all, one could never be too cautious.

Circling the coffins, Luo Feng noted their lids sealed with nails. Drawing his Jungle Blade, he applied force to pry out the nails swiftly.

With the coffin nails removed, Luo Feng traded his hands for a Swallowtail Hoe to push open the coffin lid.

After all, it always paid to be wary of unexpected surprises.

A minute of silence passed. With no sudden movements, Luo Feng peered inside the coffin.

A decaying corpse lay within, the clothing long gone, but several jade pieces remained.

“This is a woman,” Luo Feng deduced from the skeleton’s pelvic bone, larger in size, characteristic of a female.

“But there are no grave markers. Did Cao Cao include women in his tomb? Could this be a joint burial?”

“A joint burial would involve being interred together. This seems more like a sacrificial burial!”

Luo Feng proceeded to inspect the remaining coffins.

Without exception, each housed the skeletal remains of women.

“With no grave markers, these women are nameless,” Luo Feng observed. “This has to be a sacrificial burial pit!”

“Hahaha, Cao Cao continues his conquests, even in death. Such dedication!”

“And to think of it as ‘love even in death’, what a character!”

“I bet these women were around thirty when they died!”

“Wow! How can you tell their age? We’re struggling just to identify their gender!”

“Incredible! Why couldn’t I tell at all? Hahah!”

Luo Feng chuckled at this, touching his nose. Cao Cao’s predilections were well known.

However, he estimated these women to be in their early twenties.

Definitely not thirty.

In antiquity, women often married in their twenties.

Many even married as young as thirteen.

By their twenties, some were even grandmothers.

Grandmotherhood at 26, while early, was not entirely uncommon. By their thirties, most women had already welcomed their third generation.

“To take these women to his grave, denying them a title, is scandalous!” Luo Feng criticized the ancient practice.

Given even a fleeting encounter, Luo Feng would have conferred a title.

If she desired a child, Luo Feng would comply.

Even if she did not, he would still ensure her comfort.

When the occasion called, he would unflinchingly declare her as his woman.

After all, Luo Feng held no official title; as long as he was not guilty of bigamy, it did not matter.

Certainly, it made sense that Cao Cao’s wives were absent. They came from noble families, and the practice of burial sacrifices was discontinued. If they wished to refute, they naturally could.

Yet, the young, beautiful girls and maids who served him, with no social standing, were left with no choice but to submit.

Surveying the tomb’s circular layout, Luo Feng made another discovery.

If the main tomb was a large circle, the side chamber was a smaller circle appended to it. “This must be the main tomb!”

“It’s quite vast!”

The scale was indeed impressive, sprawling over three thousand square meters.

Ahead lay another enormous wooden coffin, a nine-layered one, befitting of an emperor.

Around it were various funerary objects, which Luo Feng only gave a cursory glance.

A large object caught his eye. But due to dim lighting, it remained only a shadowy silhouette.

Standing over three meters high and irregular in shape, its identity remained unclear.

Yet, Luo Feng did not rush to investigate, prioritizing his safety by checking for traps first.

“Go on, open the coffin. We can see it right there on our screens!”

“Let’s see what Cao Cao’s body looks like!”

After hours of meticulous inspection, Luo Feng concluded that the main tomb was trap-free.

Neither the walls nor the ceiling held any threats.

“I’ll rest now and examine the main tomb thoroughly tomorrow.”

It was already past midnight.

Luo Feng needed rest.

“Again?”

“Are you really leaving us in suspense?”

“Host, don’t you want to know?”

The viewers’ anticipation was palpable.

Would Luo Feng truly end the broadcast just like this?

Though he did sign off, the internet was buzzing.

“Luo Feng has found Cao Cao’s tomb! This is the authentic tomb, far grander than the previously discovered one!”

“The burial objects seem plentiful!”

“It seems that the previously discovered tomb was indeed a decoy!”

“The blueprint Luo Feng provided shows the discovered Mausoleum in Anyang is just one of the 71 decoy tombs!”

“Clever Cao Cao might have deliberately embellished his decoys to distract us from his real tomb!”

“What a pity the host isn’t doing overtime tonight, or I’d pull an all-nighter watching!”