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

The masked man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then he removed his mask.

"Ling Xiao?"

Wu Xie felt like he was a clown, then he gave a cold laugh and leaned towards Fatty Wang's face: "Tell me, who are you? Are you my third uncle!"

Fatty Wang was also innocent; his back was still aching, and Wu Xie was pulling his face, making him almost drool: "Wo Wo Bu Shi, Hungry, Ant, Bu Shi Li, San Suu!"

The fat man shoved Wu Xie's hand away and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Damn it, you don't like them, why are you taking it out on me!"

Wu Xie awkwardly explained, "Hehe, I was just afraid you'd try to play me too, so I struck first!" He said this while massaging the fat man's shoulders.

The fat man then said to Ling Xiao, "Hey Ling, your kung fu is pretty good! How come I didn't notice before?"

As soon as he said this, the other two looked at him. After all, everyone knew what level Ling Xiao was at when they went down into the tomb last time. His sudden increase in strength this time made people suspicious.

"You guys are talking about this!" Ling Xiao waved the whip in his hand: "This is a nine-section whip. I started practicing it when I was six years old. As for before... it's because I brought the wrong weapon. That thing was newly bought before, and I wasn't very good at it. Please excuse me, brothers!"

Wu Xie rolled her eyes at him. That was really rude! Was going into tombs just for practicing weapon skills? Fine, he's the only weakling again! Annoying!

The fat man shook his head, clearly not believing Ling Xiao's words. However, it seemed that Ling Xiao didn't want them to know the truth, so he didn't ask any further questions.

The same goes for the young man.

After a while, Wu Xie looked at the arrow on the ground: "By the way, why is this arrowhead a lotus arrow? Normal tombs don't use poisoned arrowheads, they should at least be able to kill people!"

"I don't know," the young man shook his head. "Maybe the tomb owner wants us to back down and let us go."

Wu Xie thought for a moment and was about to chase after the jar ghost when Xiao Ge stopped him: "There must be a reason why the jar ghost wants us to enter the left-hand tomb chamber first. We're on their territory now, so we shouldn't wander around."

Wu Xie was getting a little anxious: "That woman?"

The fat man suggested, "Don't worry, let's hide the diving equipment first, and see if that woman doesn't suffocate!"

After saying that, the three of them went to find the diving equipment. However, Ling Xiao did not go with them because he knew that there was no way the equipment would be there. Why bother going through all that trouble?

As expected, Wu Xie and his two companions failed to find the equipment and got lost while searching for it...

"Damn it, where's Lingzi? That grandson! Where did he go again?" the fat man said breathlessly.

"I'm leaving," the young man replied.

"He's gone? Brother, you watched him leave?" Wu Xie's eyes widened in surprise; he couldn't understand it.

The young man shook his head: "They didn't follow!"

The three decided to go back to find Ling Xiao.

The three looked around at their current location, which was completely different in style from the tomb they had just been in.

"Damn it! This isn't the place we were just in!" the fat man cursed.

Wu Xie looked at the young man, who nodded in agreement: "He's right. This seems to be another room. The baby coffin in the corner is gone, and so is the ceiling..."

Wu Xie looked up and saw that the Yin-Yang star chart above had transformed into two giant, intertwined serpents. "Did we go the wrong way?"

"How is that possible? This is clearly the only path to Mount Hua since ancient times. We were shot into a pile of porcupines on this broken path!" the fat man said angrily.

As the group was discussing how to leave, a file folder fell from the giant snake. The folder appeared to be damaged, and the photos inside were scattered everywhere.

Wu Xie was startled. The young man caught the file folder and saw that it read: "A gift for you. I look forward to meeting you."

After seeing the words, Wu Xie and Fatty picked up a few more photos from the ground, which made their eyes widen.

The photo shows only one person – Ling Xiao.

There were images of Ling Xiao huddled in the car, pale-faced; images of him crouching outside the gate in the freezing cold, dressed in thin clothes; images of him kneeling on the ground; images of him with shackles on his feet; images of him in a water dungeon; images of him being whipped; images of him being forced to drink alcohol; and images of him being drained of blood and covered in tubes, barely clinging to life...

The young man opened the file folder and found two documents inside, one in Chinese and one in English, containing Ling Xiao's various reports.

Finally, all three of them focused their attention on Ling Xiao, 20 years old, with late-stage stomach cancer.

The three of them were in low spirits, the atmosphere was tense, and no one spoke first.

Wu Xie snatched the file folder and found a note tucked inside: Looking forward to meeting you!

It's obvious that this file was meant for Ling Xiao, but his plan backfired; Ling Xiao didn't come to this tomb.

"What is his purpose? Why is he treating Lingzi like this?" Wu Xie was confused. What kind of hatred could drive him to treat Ling Xiao this way? Who had Ling Xiao offended?

"Damn it! Don't let Fatty find out who you are!"

The young man also clenched his fist.

"What do we do now? Should we give these... to... Lingzi?" Wu Xie asked tremblingly.