On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

In about a quarter of an hour, Lin Feng and Vincent arrived at the foot of Baizhen Mountain.

Looking up, Baizhen Mountain stands tall and majestic, with clouds and mist shrouded in the mountains, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The road up the mountain is rugged and rocky, making it quite difficult to walk on.

However, the journey was not deserted, as the people were still very interested in the treasure map, and many people still embarked on this treasure hunt with the dream of getting rich overnight.

In this short quarter of an hour, Lin Feng and Vincent met many people who returned disappointed.

As they walked back, they cursed and yelled, "I'm so fucking broke that I actually believed this nonsense! White Needle Mountain has long been a wasteland. I'm afraid the most valuable things are the beams of those dilapidated houses!"

"That's right. After so many years of wind and rain, even if the beams were made of good material, they've all rotted away now. Even if we took them apart and sold them, I'm afraid they wouldn't be worth much."

"Don't say anything. I regret it so much now. If I had known it would be like this, I would have just sold my pancakes honestly and waited for my brother to come back so that our family of three could live a stable life."

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Just as these people had said, the summit of White Needle Mountain was desolate. The dozens of houses they saw along the way were all in ruins, their walls crumbling and their roofs collapsing.

Some houses cannot even shelter people from the wind and rain, and people inside may have to run outside to avoid the rain.

"Lin Feng, come and look, there doesn't seem to be any signs of moving here. Unless a god blew a puff of green smoke and took them all away."

Vincent was the first to enter a dilapidated house filled with dust and cobwebs.

He waved to Lin Feng behind him. When Lin Feng caught up, he pointed at the messy furnishings in the house that seemed to have never been moved and said, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have left the ancestral tablets here."

"The child is silent, and the strange power confuses the spirit."

Lin Feng's expression changed slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the complicated emotions welling up in his heart. "Then, there is only one possibility - this village was massacred sometime in the past."

Vincent was stunned at first, but soon nodded in agreement. He then walked out of the house and began to wander aimlessly through the ruins, his eyes full of inquiry.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw all of this and immediately praised Raymond Lam: "It must be said, Raymond Lam's acting skills are really amazing."

"Yeah, that expression just now was too complicated. I guarantee that even those movie stars can't express it as perfectly as he did."

"Alright, can you all, Raymond Lam's crazy fans, have some shame? He's about to be arrested, and now you're bragging about his acting skills. How many people with bad acting skills can be on this show?"

Just as everyone in the live broadcast room was discussing, Lin Feng suddenly exclaimed.

Vincent, who was walking in front, was startled and turned his head suddenly. He saw Lin Feng as if he had seen a ghost. His face was as pale as paper, his legs were weak, and he sat down on the ground, backing away continuously.

Vincent frowned slightly and turned back subconsciously.

The place where Lin Feng was standing was a scorched earth, and there was a pungent smell all around.

He was now facing a snow-white skull, and the empty eye sockets seemed to silently tell of his past tragic experiences.

Vincent always considered himself a man, but at this moment, his face turned pale, his stomach churned, and he subconsciously turned his head away and began to retch awkwardly.

He didn't know how long it had been, but a big, warm hand gently patted his back with just the right amount of force, making him feel a little more comfortable.

Vincent turned his head and saw that it was Lin Feng. He finally came to his senses and said with a firm look, breathing heavily, "We have to dig up these bones and find out what happened here."

Lin Feng pointed at the pile of filth that Vincent had vomited on the ground, smiled bitterly and said, "How can you dig in this state?"

"You have to dig it, no matter how uncomfortable it is." Vincent's face flushed, and he said awkwardly, "Don't you have any other good ideas?"

Lin Feng smiled and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he shouted towards the crowded area not far away: "Fellow villagers, I have a profitable business here. Are you willing to do me a favor?"

There is no doubt that the group of people gathered not far away are here to look for treasure.

Although they had already discovered that there was no treasure on the mountain, the huge psychological gap made them feel unwilling, but they were reluctant to stay where they were.

After all, after spending so much time and energy, it is really hard to accept that there is nothing to show for it.

However, just when they were feeling helpless, they suddenly heard Lin Feng's words, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

Several people looked at each other and immediately rushed over in two steps. One of the young men asked anxiously, "What kind of business can make money? Please don't cheat us."

Lin Feng pointed at the skull on the ground and said, "I think there are a lot of bodies buried here. Please dig them out. If you do a good job, I will give each of you two taels of silver."

You know, in this era, two taels of silver, although not much, is enough to support a family of four for a few days. For these ordinary people in front of them, this is undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

Several people looked at each other, and one of the older ones asked cautiously, "Why should we trust you? What if we finish digging and you don't pay us? Can we really bury these bones again?"

Lin Feng grabbed Vincent and said with a grin, "This is the son of the prefectural governor. You all know him, right? With him as your guarantor, what are you afraid of? If he can't give you the money, you can go to the government office and ask him for it."

Everyone was stunned, and then nodded.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. With the help of these people, the excavation work went very smoothly.

Soon, snow-white corpses were dug out from the ground and neatly placed on the open ground. The scene was quite horrifying.

At this time, Vincent had already come down the mountain and invited Fang Xiang over.

Looking at the shocking corpses on the ground, Fang Xiang's face turned ashen in an instant.

He squatted down and took a closer look. His voice was low and angry: "These people were burned to death, and..."

He clenched his fists tightly, his voice trembling slightly. "And there are the remains of old people and children here. It's been more than ten years since then. If my guess is correct, this Monpa tribe must have been exterminated and then burned alive..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes turned red. He stood up suddenly, tightly grasped Lin Feng's hand, and asked with a trembling voice, "What on earth is going on?"

Lin Feng's face was filled with helplessness as he gently shook his head. "I'm completely confused right now. If you could provide more valuable clues, maybe I could actually figure something out. But with the few clues we have right now, I really can't do anything."