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

The young boy was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He buried the puppy in the flower bed in the backyard and tied a bell to it.

The bell was made according to the one he was born with. When he was born, he had a small bell on his ankle, and a very thin iron chain attached to his ankle. No matter what method he used, he could not remove it. His superstitious grandmother said that this bell was a sign that he was born extraordinary and that he was destined for great things. So she made him several more bells that were the same.

But as soon as the bell on his foot rang, Ling Xiao's head started to hurt and he would start crying. The adults had no choice but to wrap the bell on his foot with black tape. So, from childhood to adulthood, Ling Xiao's foot was always wrapped with black tape, which was only removed when he took a bath.

Xiao Lingxiao later raised several more pets, but the outcome was the same. His parents never asked about them, as if they didn't remember ever raising any pets for him. He asked Shen Lingyun, but Shen Lingyun told him that the family had never raised any pets.

So he started experimenting, taking his parents to the pet store. Every time, his mother would stroke his head and say gently, "Oh, our little Lingxiao has grown up! He wants to have a pet too! I'm really looking forward to our family's first pet!" His father would also smile gently beside him. Even the sales staff were seeing them for the first time.

The exact same scene repeated five or six times, the only difference being the pets they brought back and Xiao Lingxiao's increasingly numb expression.

He felt trapped in a vicious cycle, filled with fear and unease. He dug up the flower bed, but there was no body inside. He dared not tell his parents or anyone else, fearing that he would end up like the people around him, and also fearing that others would discover he was a monster.

He couldn't sleep day and night, afraid that if he fell asleep, he would die in his sleep like those pets.

He searched for information online, but it didn't seem to be of much use. People said that if you encounter strange things, you should seek help from Buddha or ask questions. He didn't really understand these things. He coaxed his mother to take him to the temple, but the temple was always closed whenever he went there.

One day, he saw an old fortune teller in a small alley. The old man asked for his birth date and time, and then touched his wrist and forearm and said, "Young master, you are not a mortal, so why do you touch mortal souls? Your fate is light, and you should never get involved in karma! But there is a calamity in your life, which even I cannot help you overcome."

The old man sighed and said, "Young master, remember this well: never get involved in worldly affairs, especially those related to life and death! It's best to remain an outsider!" After saying this, the old man left.

"Unrelated to cause and effect? ​​And what does it have to do with my cat?" Xiao Lingxiao muttered to himself.

He didn't quite understand what the old man was saying, but he gradually came to a general idea of ​​what it meant, and he became even quieter, no longer bothering to raise those cats and dogs.

Time passed quietly, and as Ling Xiao became quieter, his family seemed to become happier. They seemed to have gotten used to Ling Xiao's quietness and even felt that Ling Xiao was much less troublesome than his sister.

Ling Xiao didn't like this. If he was always an outsider, why should he live? So when he was five years old, he tried to cut his wrists for the first time. The wound wasn't big, but it hurt terribly. He was most afraid of pain. At that moment, he thought of his mother. His mother would always say to him when he was hurt, "Our Ling Xiao is such a delicate little prince."

He didn't bleed much, but he didn't dare to make a second cut. He didn't know if he was scared or if he was thinking of his mother, but he didn't continue.

When he was six years old, one night his father came home drunk. When Lingxiao opened the door, his father saw that it was Lingxiao and picked him up and put him on the sofa and said a lot of things. What exactly did he say?

Ling Xiao couldn't remember clearly, only that his father said he was a real man, that he owed a lot of money and was sorry to them, and that he would be sad if his sister was no longer in the family. He also said that a friend had given him a way to make money, but he and his mother lost the bet and lost a lot of things.

He couldn't remember exactly what his father said that night, but it seemed like his parents' attitude towards his sister changed after that night.

A few days later, a group of people stormed into the house and began to smash and loot. Ling Xiao seemed to know something, so he hid in the closet with his sister, afraid that she would be taken away by them.

But they grabbed his parents and said many hurtful things. His sister's tears dripped onto his hand, the tears were so hot and burning. He watched his father being trampled underfoot and his mother being grabbed by the hair. His father was a man who cared most about his face and dignity, and his mother was a man who cared most about her image.

Rather than letting them bully her, let's end it here! At least, in his and his sister's eyes, they will always exist in a beautiful image, right? At least, his sister will never know what they want to do to her!

At least, he would try to redeem them for their mistakes! Ling Xiao tried to convince himself, but his body began to ache. By the time he regained consciousness, it was all over.

For a while afterward, he could only hear things intermittently. He remembered what the old man had said about cause and effect. The old man said that if you have a cause and effect relationship, you have to repay it. He owed Shen Lingyun's parents, and he had to find a way to repay them.

He gradually began to understand what the old man meant by "outsider," so he learned to use others to do his dirty work!

Using someone else to do the dirty work doesn't really count as a matter of life and death!