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

Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. The mark wasn't drawn by Xiao Ge, but rather he secretly drew it while Jie Yuhua was checking the gold and not paying attention to him.

Thinking that Xie Yuhua's caution would prevent Fatty and Black Bear from prying open the gold, he had no choice but to use Xiao Ge's name to give them a push.

But how could Jieyuhua not know all this?

"Why can't I pry this up?" The fat man seemed to have pried up something, which was blocking the middle of the pile of gold nuggets.

Black Bear kicked that spot twice, and the material on it began to flake off, with stone-like impurities falling down with a crackling sound.

Wu Xie picked up a piece, examined it carefully with a flashlight, then squeezed and smelled it, saying, "This is clay, not gold. It's just coated with a layer of gold dust. Fatty, take a look and see if the gold you took is real."

The fat man hurriedly took out a piece of gold from his bag, looked at it, and then bit it with his teeth. Two shallow teeth marks were left on the gold. Finding that there was nothing wrong with it, he handed it to Wuxie and said, "I can tell this one is real. Why don't we take them out and bite each one?"

Wu Xie compared the materials of the two pieces of gold and then began to study the wall.

Seeing his earnest expression, Black Bear tossed the gold in his hand into the air and caught it again, saying, "Young Master, you've worked so hard, how about I, the blind man, help you appraise it? Don't worry, I'll only give you a friendly price of 200, how about that?"

With a flashlight dangling from his mouth, Wu Xie pried at the spot where gold had been extracted with both hands, mumbling indistinctly, "Don't even think about it! Xiao Hua, come help me!"

Hearing Wu Xie's plea for help, Xie Yuhua turned to look at Ling Xiao behind her.

"Go ahead, let Blackie carry me," Ling Xiao said with a faint smile.

Jieyuhua nodded and helped Lingxiao onto Heixiazi's back.

"How about it, young master? Isn't the blind man's arm more sturdy?" Black Bear joked as he carried Ling Xiao on his back.

"Cheng Yu should have brought my clothes in his bag, right?" Ling Xiao didn't respond to Hei Xiazi's question, but instead asked him this question.

"Don't worry, young master. Not only did Cheng Yu bring it, but the blind man did too. Would you like to praise the blind man?" Hei Xiazi said with a slightly smug expression.

"I'm praising you." Ling Xiao smiled when she saw his expression. Unlike her faint smile just now, her smile was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze.

It's a pity that even though Hei Xiazi was carrying him, he didn't see it.

"Carry me to the corner to change my clothes."

"I got Brother Xiaohua's clothes dirty. He's been walking all this way, and I bet he's feeling really uncomfortable. You can carry me for a bit, I'll give you extra money, so don't complain about me." Ling Xiao patted Hei Xiazi's shoulder and pointed in a direction.

"Is the young master delirious? What are you saying? The blind man is worried that the young master will despise him for carrying a dead person on his back and will dock his wages!"

However, to be honest, the blind man really didn't understand. Did the young master really fall for Master Hua? The blind man knew there were some things he shouldn't ask. If the young master didn't want to talk about it, he could just pretend the blind man had just farted. But the blind man still had to say something: if he really couldn't like her, giving up would be a kind of fulfillment. The blind man carried Ling Xiao on his back, walking unusually slowly, and his voice was also exceptionally soft.

Ling Xiao patted his shoulder again and simply said, "Carry me over there."

When Ling Xiao put on the clothes, he shed tears. The younger brother said he was too conflicted, the fat man said he didn't understand what love was, and now even the blind man was advising him to give up.

I wouldn't say I'm sad, just a little disappointed.

The moment he finished dressing, Ling Xiao was back to normal, showing no sign that he had been crying just seconds before.

“I accept your suggestion. If Brother Xiaohua doesn’t like me anymore, I won’t bother him as long as he says so. Now, you have to carry me back.”

As Hei Xiazi carried Ling Xiao on his back, he kept thinking: 'Did the young master misunderstand something? Was that what I meant? Did he mean something else? Does he even know what I meant? Did I express my meaning clearly? Did he misunderstand me? That's not what I meant!!!'