98: Chapter 98 Who is Weeping Inside the Terracotta Warriors?

Jiang Feng looked at the girl in front of him, whose face was full of conflict, and he had a rough idea of what was going on.

"In reality?"

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to continue.

Xiao Lin nervously glanced around, and after ensuring no one was paying attention to them, she pulled Jiang Feng to a quieter corner of the exhibition hall.

The lighting here was dim, and there was only a fire hydrant nearby.

"It's just... at first, it started when I was working."

"Whenever I was alone in the restoration room, facing that ceramic figure, I could hear it."

"The crying was very soft, intermittent, and exactly the same as in my dreams."

"Later, when I got off work and went home, I could hear it there too."

"Right in my bedroom, when it was especially quiet, that sound would emerge from the corner."

As she said this, she wrapped her arms around herself, her body trembling even more violently.

"Master, I'm really being driven crazy."

"I went to see a psychologist, and the doctor said I was under too much pressure and was experiencing auditory hallucinations."

"But I know, that wasn't a hallucination!"

"The sound was too real!"

Jiang Feng cleared his throat and put on an inscrutable expression.

"Take me over to see it."

"Let's go see that artifact you were responsible for."

Xiao Lin nodded quickly, as if she had grabbed onto a last straw of hope, and led Jiang Feng through the crowd to the center of the exhibition hall.

There, inside an independent temperature and humidity-controlled display case, stood a painted ceramic figure of a lady.

The exhibit was titled "The Smile of the High Tang."

The ceramic figure was about half a meter tall, with a plump figure, a smiling face, curved eyebrows and eyes, and a serene expression.

Indeed, without looking at the introduction, just by looking at the expression of the ceramic figure, it exuded a sense of joy.

Jiang Feng activated [Listen to History].

That familiar symphony composed of countless ancient sounds flooded into his ears once again.

And around this ceramic figure, he heard a cry filled with resentment.

He confirmed that the source of this resentful crying was at the base of the ceramic figure.

Jiang Feng was amused inside.

So that's all it was, just a misunderstanding.

He didn't immediately expose it, but instead pretended to walk around the display case, occasionally reaching out to gesture through the glass, muttering words under his breath.

He just had to emphasize his professionalism.

Xiao Lin followed behind him, not daring to even breathe loudly, her eyes full of nervousness and expectation.

"Hmm..."

Jiang Feng stopped, rubbed his chin, and let out a meaningful murmur.

He pointed to the ceramic figure in the display case.

"This object was originally of a joyful appearance, possessing the spirit of the High Tang, smiling through the millennia."

Xiao Lin nodded desperately.

"But now, it is congested with yin energy, and the resentment is quite deep."

Xiao Lin's face turned a shade paler.

"The problem does not lie with the ceramic figure itself."

Jiang Feng's finger slowly moved down, finally landing on the base of the ceramic figure.

"It is because something that does not belong to it has been suppressed inside this base."

He emphasized his tone.

"A... a token of love... carrying a strong personal obsession."

The moment his voice fell, Xiao Lin's face turned deathly pale.

She grabbed Jiang Feng's arm, her strength surprisingly great.

"Ma... Master... How... how did you know?!"

Her voice was filled with a crying tone and undisguised shock.

Jiang Feng almost laughed out loud.

Girl, with your level of cultivation, you want to play ghost stories with your Brother Jiang?

On the surface, he remained calm, just looking at her calmly with an expression that said, "I have already seen through everything."

"Speak."

Xiao Lin completely broke down.

She pulled Jiang Feng back to that small corner by the fire hydrant, tears falling like broken beads.

"Master, you are truly divine!"

"I was responsible for restoring this ceramic figure, and when it was sent over, the base was severely damaged and it was empty inside."

"At that time... at that time I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and I... I couldn't get over it for a moment."

"I... I secretly... hid the promise bracelet my ex-boyfriend gave me inside the filling material used for restoration, and sealed it into the base together."

"I thought, let our love be like this artifact, passed down for a thousand years, eternal and immortal..."

Jiang Feng's eye twitched as he listened.

Good grief.

This train of thought—it would be a waste if she didn't write romance novels.

Eternal and immortal, why didn't you stuff yourself in there too?

"And then?"

Jiang Feng asked, knowing the answer.

"As a result... as a result, less than a month after we broke up, he found a new girlfriend!"

Xiao Lin cried even more sadly.

"And, ever since then, I started having nightmares, hearing crying..."

"Master, do you think, is it... is it that the bracelet my ex-boyfriend gave me carries resentment, and that's why..."

After hearing this, Jiang Feng completely lost his composure.

He tried to hold back his laughter, cleared his throat, and began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

"This is what you call bringing disaster upon yourself, there is no living with that."

He reached out a finger and tapped Xiao Lin on the forehead.

"You didn't even stop to think, what kind of place is this? The National History Museum!"

"Every item in here is a national treasure, isn't it? Every one of them carries the heavy fortune of history, doesn't it?"

"You stuffed your own petty romantic affairs in here, what do you want to do? Have the national fortune endorse the love between the two of you?"

Xiao Lin was stunned by his words, forgetting even to cry.

"Stuffing personal items into public property—officially, this is a serious violation of work discipline, it's theft by a person in a position of trust, and if discovered, you'd lose your job."

"Personally, you have used thousand-year-old clay to firmly suppress your marriage fate, with a High Tang lady pressing down on top of it."

"The lady is smiling inside, your bracelet is crying inside, it would be strange if this feng shui were good!"

"This is called 'Marriage Fate Buried in Earth,' never to be reborn."

The more Jiang Feng spoke, the smoother it went, and he felt like he could open a training class.

"In this life, let alone good romance, you won't even have a single rotten romance."

Xiao Lin listened and suddenly realized, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is!"

"Master, then what should I do?"

"What should you do?"

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes.

"Tough luck."

"Hurry up and go confess to your leaders, apply to reopen the base, and take out your lousy bracelet."

"If you're too late, just prepare to spend the rest of your life with the artifacts."

"Ah? I have to confess?"

Xiao Lin looked troubled.

"Will... will I be fired?"

"Being fired is still better than being a single dog for the rest of your life, right?"

Jiang Feng said crossly.

"Besides, just say that when you were restoring it, you accidentally dropped your personal item inside. If your attitude is sincere, at most it will be a disciplinary action."

"Choose the lesser of two evils, do you understand?"

Xiao Lin woke up as if from a dream.

She wiped away her tears and bowed deeply to Jiang Feng.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you for your guidance!"

"I... I will go find our director right now!"

Jiang Feng watched her retreating figure and shook his head.

"Young people these days, they really know how to play."

[Ding! Effective Divination Count: 2/3]

This job was actually quite easy.

One was an old professor kidnapped by his own honor, the other was a literary girl driven crazy by her ex-boyfriend.

Both were mental illnesses.

Inadvertently, his gaze swept across the end of the exhibition hall.

There, there was also an independent display case.

Inside the display case, there was an object.

Instantly.

All the hairs on Jiang Feng's body stood up.

In his [Listen to History] perception, there was no sound at all in that direction.

It was not deathly silence.

It was an absolute vacuum that could swallow all surrounding sounds.