I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Ling Xiao cautiously surveyed his surroundings. The place seemed all too familiar, yet he couldn't quite place where he had come from.

Seeing himself locked in the cage, Ling Xiao scratched the floor a couple of times, thinking that once he got out, he would definitely kill those old bald monks with his own hands to vent his anger!

Just as Ling Xiao was struggling with the floor, a blinding light struck, interrupting his thoughts. Ling Xiao was so blinded that he closed his eyes and heard the sound of the cage being opened.

I felt as if someone was gripping the back of my neck tightly, and then suddenly I felt light as someone lifted me up.

"Meow~" I'm speechless. Can he please stop meowing so... cutely?! He's being aggressive! What's going on? He has absolutely no intimidating power!

"Meow~ Meow~" Never mind, it's better if it doesn't meow...

Ling Xiao forced open his eyes, enduring the glaring light. For some reason, he felt that his eyes were particularly fragile. He couldn't bear the light and tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision. Ling Xiao wanted to wipe his eyes, but the feeling of being in mid-air made him uneasy.

“Look, this cat can even cry!” said the man who lifted Ling Xiao.

That voice sounds familiar... Have I heard it somewhere before?

"What do you plan to do with this one?" the woman standing next to the man asked.

Upon hearing that voice, Ling Xiao felt it was all too familiar; it was his mother's voice. This meant that this was his home in his original world, and what would happen to him was self-evident.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He knew this couldn't be changed, but he still decided to take a gamble. After all, this was an illusion, wasn't it? He couldn't see the real him, but he could see it here.

His claws flailing wildly, as if he had scratched something, when a hiss was heard and he was slammed to the ground.

"Meow..." Ling Xiao cried weakly, it hurt so much! He felt dizzy and his hearing seemed to be failing him.

"Honey, don't let it fall and kill itself, its ears are starting to bleed," said Ling's mother while blowing on Ling's father's wounds.

"Hmph, I'll skin it alive, gouge out its eyes, and chop off its limbs! I'll soak it alive in wine! Let it learn its lesson for being so blind, daring to scratch me!" Ling Xiao only vaguely heard these words before closing his eyes.

Ling Xiao didn't know what inhuman treatment he had endured, but when he woke up again, he felt a lot of pain. It was different from the pain when his bloodline was activated. Why was this so painful? Everything in front of him was pitch black, and he couldn't move. It felt like he was in water, and the smell was so pungent. It was alcohol. If it was alcohol, then it would be better. If he got drunk, it wouldn't hurt so much.

It's all an illusion. You think you can wear him down this way? Dream on!

"It's time for him to wake up," Ling's mother reminded Ling's father.

"I really want to see what expression will appear on his face when he sees this scene, and whether he will still be so calm." Ling's father's expression was very fierce, and it also carried a sense of determination.

After Mr. Ling finished speaking, Mrs. Ling took the kitten out of the wine jar with tweezers, put it in Xiao Lingxiao's quilt, and then silently left the room.

Ling Xiao remembered this scene. It was the only kitten whose fur had been plucked, and the only kitten he hadn't hung a bell on because it had no limbs and no tail. Yet, the kitten stubbornly lived on, even though it was on its last breath. In the end, Ling Xiao killed the kitten himself, believing that death was a relief for the kitten than living like that.

After experiencing death once, Ling Xiao sat down on the ground again. The four old men were still chanting some unknown incantation around him. He sat on the ground panting, his clothes soaked with sweat.

It hurts...it hurts so much...every part of his body aches, and there's that feeling of being soaked in alcohol. He feels like his bones are brittle, and he tries to raise his hand but finds he can't move at all.

Why? Why treat him like this? What did he do wrong? Why won't they let him go?

"Hahahaha!" Ling Xiao laughed loudly. His eyes turned blood red, and his hair began to grow infinitely, quickly enveloping the four old men.

"Die, all of you," Ling Xiao said calmly, his empty eyes filled with pity, making it hard to tell whether he was saving people or killing them.