777米奇影

“Little Luo, do you have time?” a voice inquired. “I’m about to leave, what is it?” Luo Feng responded.

“Where are you off to?” asked Master Li.

“Of course, to continue my treasure hunt!” Luo Feng exclaimed.

“Off treasure hunting again, huh?” Master Li seemed at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up, “Professor Steve wanted you to decode some Mayan scripts.”

“Decoding, huh? No problem. Have him send me pictures of the scripts. I will return the decoded versions to him after I am done, ” Luo Feng assured.

“Very well then.”

Luo Feng, after all, trusted that his request would be honored. His translation of the oracle bone inscriptions had been successful and received recognition. If there were Mayan scripts to be decoded, he was more than happy to assist — it was no trouble at all.

Having had his breakfast, Luo Feng returned home and began the decoding process. In two hours, everything was taken care of. He took photographs of the translations and sent them out.

Finishing his task, Luo Feng dialed the number of Mr. Zhang, the CEO of Douyin, informing him about his next destination. This time, his target was somewhere in the northeast. After all, the ancient tombs of Sima Yi was still undiscovered, and this was undeniably his next stop.

Most people were aware that in Luo Feng’s possession was the treasure map of Sima Yi. Hence, he planned to search along Changbai Mountain. The journey through Changbai Mountain was not very long, approximately five to six hundred kilometers. From Jiangnan to Changbai Mountain, the distance was just over two thousand kilometers—a distance conveniently covered by a modern airplane without much trouble.

Two hours later, Luo Feng was aboard an airplane, with many covert bodyguards for protection. Although Luo Feng could not see them, he knew they were there, watching over him.

While Luo Feng rested during his flight, the owner of Douyin had already begun promoting Luo Feng’s next destination.

“I bet the host is headed northeast to search for the tomb of that old thief, Sima

Yi!” a viewer speculated.

“Haha, do we even need to guess? Even a fool would know that!” Another chimed in.

The messages echoed back and forth with their speculations. A curious fan asked, “Any inside scoop on where exactly Old Luo is headed to?” “Well, a little birdie told me that Old Luo is likely headed to Changbai

Mountain. The accuracy of this information is about eighty percent.”

The rumors and speculations continued to swirl.

At around noon, Luo Feng’s plane landed at Changbai Mountain Airport. He gathered his belongings and disembarked from the plane. First, he settled down and then informed the wealthy second-generation heirs, Li Shishi, Su Meiji, Qin Rubing, and others about his location.

“Let’s first settle down somewhere and then wait for the second-generation heirs,” he said, scanning the surroundings of the airport.

As Luo Feng had not disclosed his destination as Changbai Mountain, there was not anyone to greet him. It was unlike the previous time when he was set to go to Qinling, where the local wealthy second-generation heirs had come to welcome him. However, Luo Feng now preferred a quieter journey.

Out of the blue, a tourist in Changbai Mountain recognized Luo Feng. “Are you

Luo Feng?” the tourist asked hesitatingly.

“Pardon? Who are you?” Luo Feng turned to look at him, noticing the excitement in the other man’s eyes.

“Oh my gosh, you really are Luo Feng! Could I possibly get a picture with you?” the tourist asked, enthusiasm radiating off him.

“Of course, why not!” Luo Feng nodded with a laugh.

He knew that this encounter would quickly make its way to the treasure-hunting community online. They would know that Luo Feng was at Changbai Mountain. But that was not a concern. After all, he had informed the wealthy second-generation heirs and they would undoubtedly spread the word too.

After about fifteen minutes, Luo Feng, all by himself, found a place to eat. The entrance to Changbai Mountain was still a distance from the airport, so Luo Feng would need a taxi to get there.

In February, the usual temperature was below freezing, with the most frightening nights reaching down to negative twenty or thirty degrees. Of course, this was the reality of Changbai Mountain—it was extremely cold. But Luo Feng was prepared with his cold-resistant clothes, a mountain-climbing down jacket, and a warm, thick hat.

After having his meal and entering the scenic area, Luo Feng looked out to see a vast expanse of blinding white snow. After getting his gear ready, Luo Feng checked into a small hotel at the foot of the mountain and waited quietly until nightfall.

One by one, the wealthy second generation arrived, although not all of them. Luo Feng would not wait for the rest. The next morning, he began the livestream and headed into the mountain….