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

“Zhen… word…” With a thud, Ling Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and the hair that had been binding the four people loosened.

The four men lay on the ground, gasping for breath due to prolonged oxygen deprivation. When they looked up again, this was the scene they saw:

Ling Xiao sat opposite them with his eyes closed, his snow-white hair spread all over the ground, and blood was constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The four exchanged glances, then quickly and in unison picked up their weapons and attacked Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao endured the excruciating pain that felt like his internal organs were being torn apart, and stretched out his hand, saying, "The character 'Separation'—Red Serpent."

A crimson, snake-like flame leaped from Ling Xiao's hand and rushed toward the four people. Upon seeing this, the four people fled in panic, cursing Ling Xiao as a demon as they ran.

But no matter how fiercely they cursed, they were all burned to ashes in the end.

"You monster! You shall die a horrible death. If you kill me, I will exchange this life's merits for cursing you to be abandoned by the world, and for the Buddhist gates to never open for you again... You will never have me..." The oldest monk cast this curse on Ling Xiao before he died.

Ling Xiao finally collapsed to the ground, his vision blurred as he looked at the four stone-like objects and let out a bitter laugh.

He preferred to believe that these were stones from a few people's bodies rather than that such people could be transformed into relics.

By the time Xieyuhua and the others found the stone gate, Lingxiao had already crawled up and collected the four relics on the ground. Including the one the bat spat out, he now had a total of five relics in his hand.

His vision was blurry at times, and sometimes he couldn't see at all. To prevent himself from being exposed to strong light when he opened his eyes, Ling Xiao tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and tied it around his eyes.

Ling Xiao lay down on the ground. He felt so tired and sleepy. He should sleep for a while, just a little while, okay?

Ling Xiao did not hear the sound of the stone door opening, nor did he hear anyone calling him.

Xie Yuhua knelt on the ground and hugged Ling Xiao, his chin resting on Ling Xiao's forehead. He felt Ling Xiao's body temperature gradually getting cold. Xie Yuhua held him in his arms, trembling and not knowing what to do.

Xie Yuhua untied the cloth strips binding Ling Xiao's eyes and said, "Ling Xiao, please open your eyes and look at me, okay? I'm Xie Yuhua, your Little Flower Brother! Isn't Little Flower Brother your favorite?"

Little Flower Brother was wrong, Little Flower Brother will never leave you alone again, please forgive Little Flower Brother just this once, okay? Open your eyes and look at me..."

"Lingzi, don't sleep, you promised..." Wu Xie stopped halfway through his sentence. It seemed that Ling Xiao had already done everything he had promised. Ling Xiao never owed him anything, but he would always stand in front of him to protect him and accommodate him.

"Lingzi, wake up. Fatty will take you home. We're not staying here anymore. Didn't you want to relax and go out and have some fun? Fatty has been to many places in the past. Get up and I'll tell you. Fatty will take you wherever you want to go. We'll never go into tombs again."

"Didn't you praise Fatty's fish? Fatty promises you, if you wake up now, Fatty will cook fish for you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Fatty wiped away his tears and said.

Cheng Yu stood there, somewhat at a loss. The person he had always admired and considered powerful had fallen just like that. He seemed unable to accept it. His speech faltered, and his brain momentarily went blank.

Of the group, only Hei Xiazi and Xiao Ge showed no reaction, but upon closer inspection, Hei Xiazi's expression unexpectedly turned serious.