Yu Xifeng thought for a moment and roughly understood where the problem lay.

These jade and gold items were not bad — they were just too new.

The jewelry in her mother’s box was passed down through generations, very old.

Gold, silver, and jade could all be stored in the space, but what was more needed were old items steeped in history.

Yu Xifeng felt a slight toothache.

She surfaced, exited the basement level one floor, and took off her diving suit.

Since she was here anyway, and the supermarket was right in front of her, she still had to go.

On the second floor, there was a store selling all kinds of chocolates, sold by weight, with a high unit price.

Ferrero Rocher, raw chocolate, creamy chocolate, strawberry, various varieties.

Yu Xifeng emptied it out completely.

She popped a strawberry-filled chocolate into her mouth — smooth texture, sweet but not greasy, worth the price.

Next to it was a store selling gummy candies, multicolored and in all sorts of shapes.

With just these two stores’ goods, Yu Xifeng’s trip was already worth it.

Cosmetics store: high-end lipsticks, foundation, concealer, eyeshadow, makeup remover — Yu Xifeng grabbed a lot.

She wasn’t taking these cosmetics to dress up; survivors didn’t need that.

Instead, they were for the necessary moments when she needed to look somewhat normal.

After all, the bird that sticks out gets shot.

Approaching the supermarket, Yu Xifeng pried open the main entrance and immediately saw the shopping carts near the checkout counter.

The carts could be nested together, useful for storage and transport — she took six or seven.

In the household goods area,

Yu Xifeng took all the wet wipes and toilet paper, carefully selected some towels, toothpaste, body wash, shampoo, and facial cleanser.

Space was limited, but one bottle could last two months; she had already bought quite a bit through deliveries before, so she wasn’t lacking.

In the mother and baby section, Yu Xifeng took a few cans of milk powder.

They were canned, could still be preserved after being submerged in water, so she just took a few to try — no need to compete with other survivors later.

She didn’t like drinking milk powder anyway, always felt it smelled like milk.

Lotus root powder, sesame paste, bean powder, nuts — Yu Xifeng wasn’t polite; she swept everything into her space.

The quantity was huge; just these alone filled a whole side room, and this was less than a tenth of the supermarket.

The supermarket’s power system was still running, the freezers intact.

Yu Xifeng happily grabbed various flavors of yogurt and drinks.

Fresh fruits and vegetables, Yu Xifeng picked and stuffed into her space.

Dragon fruit, red grapes, mangoes, lemons, jackfruit, durian, bananas…

Eggs, rice, mung beans, flour, glutinous rice flour, salted eggs, sweet potato vines, water spinach…

Pork, beef, lamb, chicken, fish, shrimp, soft-shelled turtle…

Yu Xifeng piled her diving suit, life jacket, and various cleaning supplies in the bathroom.

In the hallway were stacks of self-heating hot pots, self-heating rice, instant noodles — all kinds of ready-to-eat meals.

Yu Xifeng moved forward quickly to the canned goods section.

Baby cabbage, kimchi, bean paste, Lao Gan Ma chili sauce — all sealed and preserved — Yu Xifeng took the entire shelf into her space.

This supermarket was huge; just finishing collecting these already filled the side room.

Spicy strips, instant noodles, sausages, potato chips, biscuits — Yu Xifeng was like a mouse that found a granary.

She had handled countless items, moving like a machine, eyes scanning, doing quick quality checks; if suitable, she threw it into the space.

She reached the frozen food cabinets.

The freezer was tightly sealed; Yu Xifeng’s heart filled with joy.

All fresh meat.

Too much — Yu Xifeng’s space was filling up more and more, fresh meat almost overflowing.

In the storage room, Yu Xifeng pried open the lock, overjoyed.

Compared to the scattered supplies outside, the warehouse items were tightly packed and layered.

Just the warehouse stock alone could fill Yu Xifeng’s entire space.

She selected and picked.

Vacuum-packed rice, flour, sugar — Yu Xifeng took them all.

Sweet potato vines, lettuce, several large bags of tomatoes, over two hundred pounds of cucumbers, red-fleshed dragon fruit…

Her space was completely full.

Yu Xifeng still tried to stuff things into the gaps.

The inventory in this large supermarket still seemed endless.

Sooner or later, this place would be flooded.

Yu Xifeng felt an inexplicable ache in her heart.

It was such a waste — so much food — after this village, there might not be another store.

Was there any way to take it all away?

She had initially hoped to expand her space by using the gold shop in the shopping district, but though the space swallowed the items, the returns were limited.

Antiques, old items.

Yu Xifeng thought of a destination.

She looked down at her phone, confirmed the coordinates of the Lin City Museum.

Not too far.

Not too close either — at kayak speed, it would take at least two hours.

By the time she got there, it would probably be daylight; Yu Xifeng looked up at the sky.

She had originally planned to return to the residential area before dawn, but it seemed she would have to stay outside another day.

Having made up her mind, Yu Xifeng returned to her kayak, heading toward the city museum.

On the way, she saw a wet cat standing on a floating log.

Through her gloves, Yu Xifeng petted the cat.

No one was around; she took a small piece of fresh meat from her space and tossed it over.

She had just returned heavily laden from the supermarket; it wouldn’t hurt to give a little.

The water rippled; although the cat stood steadily, it still drifted downstream and disappeared from the flashlight’s beam.

After paddling for nearly three hours, the gray dawn light spread over the water.

Voices came from ahead; Yu Xifeng looked through her binoculars and recognized the rescue team. She immediately detoured to avoid them.

Better safe than sorry — Yu Xifeng could not explain why she was here at this time.

Yu Xifeng arrived at the museum.

More than half the museum was submerged.

Yu Xifeng circled several times referencing the map before confirming she had found the place.

The water flow here was much stronger than in the shopping district.

Yu Xifeng swam around and saw a sign in the water.

Lost Ancient Civilizations: Mayan Civilization Epic Exhibition (Lin City Site)

It seemed a traveling exhibition had been held here.

Yu Xifeng smashed a window and rowed her boat into the museum.

It was an empty room; judging from the multimedia devices, it seemed to be an audiovisual room. Tables and chairs were submerged in water, empty and desolate.

Yu Xifeng judged she was on the second floor.

Inside, the kayak was inconvenient; Yu Xifeng packed it up, put on her diving suit, and controlled herself to adjust direction underwater.

The water surged; in the darkness, only the sound of Yu Xifeng’s movements broke the silence.

She followed the elevator railing downward and estimated she reached the first floor.

Under the spotlight, the exhibition hall was flooded. Items originally placed on pedestals for admiration seemed to return to their original form.

Clay sculptures were just lumps of clay, silver combs were just combs.

They floated with the water, seemingly no different from other debris.

The museum was a gathering place for relics, but compared to the museum itself, the relics were too small.

Yu Xifeng tried her best to salvage what she could; no matter what she touched, she put it in her space to check later. Useful items would be kept, useless ones discarded.

She picked up over a dozen items — they all looked exquisite, antique, and quite decent.

Her space gave no reaction; Yu Xifeng then realized these were items from the museum’s souvenir shop.

No wonder they were fake.

Yu Xifeng swam deeper.

Something floated toward her; she brushed it away with her hand — a mass of unknown algae.

Inside was a bundle of tattered cloth, full of loose threads.

Adhering to the principle of better safe than sorry, Yu Xifeng threw it into her space.

The space suddenly stirred like boiling oil hitting water, excited all of a sudden.

After the commotion, the second floor was no longer just a lonely staircase; stepping up, there was now a nearly fifty-square-meter hall.

Yu Xifeng did not quite understand the space’s aesthetics.

She had just touched it and was sure it was only a piece of damp, tattered cloth, soaked in water, possibly moldy.

Next to the cloth was a wooden plaque.

Yu Xifeng casually picked it up and glanced at it; the writing was somewhat smudged, and the small characters were completely illegible.

But four large characters could still be recognized:

“Knotted Record.”

How rude of her.

That piece of cloth could probably be traced back several thousand years.