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

"Hey? How can we trouble you with something like this, Third Master? Just give it to the blind man. He's the best at identifying things that are hard to identify, especially luminous pearls." Black Bear eagerly reached for the luminous pearl in Wu Xie's hand.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, how could the fat man let him have his way? He hurriedly told Wuxie to go and see the murals, and then to see if they were real or fake after they left the tomb.

Wu Xie nodded in agreement. The group circled around the luminous pearl a few times, but the more they looked, the more something seemed off.

"What are these things depicted on the mural? What are they looking for? What are those strands of things? Are they human souls? Where do they collect these things and put them?" Wu Xie stared intently at the contents of the mural, trying to find the key to it.

"This is roughly about how this cult has mastered some methods that allow them to separate a person's soul from their body, and even allow ordinary people to exchange things with them."

Look at that painting over there. There's gold in it, but the figure has no hands. After kneeling and worshipping the serpent, another figure holds a hand, while the figure carries a bag of gold on the back of one hand. Clearly, this person used his own hands to acquire wealth.

And that guy over there, he had his mouth open the whole time, as if he was talking to several people. After he knelt down, his mouth closed. There were several women surrounding him. He used his linguistic skills to gain charm.

"We were all wrong. This isn't Yang Lianzhenjia's biography, but rather the cult's records of repeated transactions." Ling Xiao looked somewhat disappointed, then chuckled lightly. It was quite interesting that he could still see himself and his father in this unusual record book, which was almost overflowing with entries.

Sensing that the person next to her was not in a good mood, Jieyuhua subconsciously followed the person's gaze, and in that instant, his eyes were covered.

"Don't look. Please, don't look." Ling Xiao's voice was icy cold, not at all like he was begging. But it was precisely because of that icy tone that Xie Yuhua felt even more distressed.

"Okay, I won't look." He lied; he still saw it, even though the child covered up in time...

"How come there are clothes from both the Republic of China era and modern times here? Could this be someone's prank?" Wu Xie said.

“The fat guy doesn’t look like it. They all have the ability to collect souls, so what’s so difficult about carving a picture on the wall?” The fat guy replied to Wuxie, but his eyes were fixed on a picture that clearly had gambling connotations and a child’s childhood.

“Fatty! Look at that picture on the right, isn’t that Yang Lianzhenjia? He’s a believer too? He actually traded his reputation for a map! Cheng Yu, can you understand what’s going on behind that? Why did those people surround him, cut off his head, and then sew it back up? You…” Wu Xie turned his head and saw Cheng Yu muttering something incessantly.

"95, 96, 97, 98..."

"Cheng Yu, what are you counting?" Wu Xie listened carefully for a while and found that he was actually counting.

“There are 99 paintings in total,” Cheng Yu said.

"Hey! You unlucky kid, why are you counting these? Don't we already know what these paintings are for? Tianzhen has already found Yang Lianzhenjia's painting. You should help us figure out what the second half means and whether the corpse is the original." The fat man put his arm around Cheng Yu's shoulder and said.

“99 paintings, 98 souls, still missing…” Cheng Yu’s voice wasn’t loud, but before he could finish speaking, the fat man covered his mouth.

"Even if it rots inside your belly, no matter how many souls are left, it can't be Lingzi's, understand?" The fat man deliberately lowered his voice when he said this, but his eyes were always on Ling Xiao. Only after making sure that Ling Xiao wasn't looking over did he turn his head to look at Cheng Yu.