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

Sweat started to bead on his forehead. He had to admit, he hadn't felt anything at first when he was shot with an arrow, but now it really hurt! Should he pull it out? He didn't know much about these things, but when he was on set, he had seen them cut the arrows when they were shot with arrows. But what did they do afterward?

But this isn't a lotus arrow! Why does it have barbs? Should I just pierce it? It looks like it hit bone! If I pull it out, blood will splatter everywhere, right?

While Ling Xiao hesitated, the group finally moved over from behind. Wu Xie, holding a flashlight, finally spotted Ling Xiao sitting on the ground, covered in sweat, pale-faced and somewhat dazed.

"Lingzi! Don't move! I'll pull it out for you right now!" The fat man pretended to pull the arrow out.

The young man stopped him, but the fat man said, "Hey, young man, why are you stopping me! He's been shot with an arrow, we have to pull it out!"

"This arrow has a barb! We can't pull it out!"

"What?" The fat man was stunned. Wu Xie picked up an arrow and was about to touch the arrowhead when the young man stopped him again: "It's poisoned!"

Wu Xie was so frightened that he immediately threw the arrow to the ground and turned to look at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao smiled and said to the young man, "Young man, this family would fall apart without you!"

"What time is it and you're still being cheeky? Brother said this arrow is poisoned!" Wu Xie was both angry and anxious, but Ling Xiao still had the mind to joke. It was like the emperor wasn't worried but the eunuch was! Just now he had secretly said that he would protect Ling Xiao, and now he was injured. What if he died? He truly regarded Ling Xiao as his younger brother.

Seeing his anxious expression, Ling Xiao comforted him, "It's alright, I'm immune to all poisons!" Then he said to the young man, "Young man, help me cut it off!"

Wu Xie wanted to say something about being immune to all poisons, but where in the world is there anyone who is immune to all poisons? Before he could speak, he saw the young man nod and cut the arrow in half with his knife. Ling Xiao looked at the knife and suddenly thought of the Minghong knife that Qin Feng had. He hadn't seen the knife around Qin Feng earlier, so he figured Cheng Xiaoli had taken it away.

"Thank you!" Ling Xiao thanked the young man, who shook his head.

Wu Xie took out bandages to bandage Ling Xiao's wound and took out a knife to tear open his sleeve. Ling Xiao did not refuse and said to him, "Thank you, but be careful not to touch my blood!" Only then did Wu Xie remember that Ling Xiao's blood was poisonous, and carefully bandaged his wound.

Ling Xiao took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands and bloodstains. After a while, he felt much better. Although it hurt, it was not as painful as the pain of his bloodline development. He put away the umbrella, rested for a while, and then stood up.

The fat man helped him up. Ling Xiao actually wanted to say that it wasn't necessary, as he only injured his shoulder. But then he remembered that it was the fat man's concern, so he let him go.

The group continued walking forward, and Wu Xie's flashlight shone on the words on the wall, which were smeared with blood: Wu Sanxing harmed me, I had nowhere to go, and died unjustly. Heaven and earth bear witness—Xie Lianhuan.

"Who is this person? Why do you say that Uncle Three harmed him?" Wu Xie's face turned pale instantly.

Ling Xiao sensed something was wrong. The plot and scene were off. Perhaps his arrival had altered the storyline. And indeed, with his arrival alongside Qin Feng, Cheng Xiaoli, and the others, it would be strange if the plot didn't change! But this world's restorative power is truly remarkable! To encounter this phrase even here!

"This Jie Lianhuan is the one who died on the coral reef while holding the snake-browed bronze fish; he was also on the archaeological team."

Ling Xiao thought for a moment, was it the story his brother had told him when he couldn't hear? He had a feeling of utter confusion.

“Since he left a note here, and the body isn’t here, it means the tomb robber’s tunnel is nearby!” the young man said.

Wu Xie seemed to be thinking about something. Did Ling Xiao know that these two old guys were not dead? He wondered if Xiao Hua would feel sad. Speaking of which, their childhood experiences were somewhat similar. However, he was chased and killed everywhere when he was a child, always on the run. Compared to Xiao Hua, he was filthy and dirty.

"Something's not right! How did this guy get in? Isn't this an illusion? Why is it so dangerous here? This place is clearly meant to kill us all!" the fat man wondered.

“I don’t know, but the door we entered shouldn’t be the exit from the illusion. I might have entered the illusion twenty years ago too. The door I used back then was the door of life, but this one is very likely the door of death! The door of injury and the door of death here might be connected!” The young man’s expression was somewhat solemn.

Wu Xie's expression wasn't good, so the young man continued, "I have a hypothesis, would you like to hear it?"

Wu Xie nodded, and Xiao Ge then analyzed the relationship between Wu Sansheng and Xie Lianhuan back then. The gist was that Wu Sansheng and Xie Lianhuan knew each other. During their first search, Xie Lianhuan discovered the underwater tomb but only told Wu Sansheng. They then went to the tomb together, but something happened that led Wu Sansheng to murder him. Xie Lianhuan was forced into a corner and left a blood letter, but he didn't die. He escaped through the tomb raider's tunnel and went to settle scores with Wu Sansheng, only to be killed instead. He faked his death by getting stuck in a coral reef. Later, Wu Sansheng, for some reason, brought them all into the underwater tomb. Xiao Ge led them to the bottom of the pool, where Wu Sansheng pretended to be possessed by a female ghost, drugged them, and did something to them. We all probably have amnesia now.

Wu Xie's face turned even uglier after hearing this. In his memory, his third uncle was not like this. He could not accept that his third uncle was a scheming and treacherous villain!

Ling Xiao glanced at Wu Xie's ashen face, then feigned confusion and changed the subject: "Are these the only mechanisms inside the Death Gate?"

"What do you mean? Hey, Lingzi, do you think these mechanisms aren't enough or what?" The fat man looked like he was going to go head-to-head with Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao smiled and said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that since this is a death gate, aren't these things a bit too simple?"

"Simple? You call this simple?" Wu Xie didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

Ling Xiao didn't mean it that way. In his mind, a deadly trap should leave no survivors, and this kind of trap obviously meant that as long as there were more than four people together, there was basically a chance of survival. He was the kind of person who would do things to the bitter end; if you didn't cut the weeds at the root, they would grow back in the spring breeze. But thinking that this was Wang Zanghai's longevity laboratory, he felt relieved.

After searching for a while, the fat man found the tomb's tunnel. The tunnel was very well hidden and narrow. At the entrance of the tunnel, Ling Xiao took out compressed biscuits and beef jerky and distributed them to everyone: "You need to eat well to have the strength to travel. Eat something first."

The fat man was starving: "It has to be Lingzi! She knows I'm hungry." He then started eating, and after they finished, the fat man let out a loud burp.

Wu Xie was suddenly reminded of some unpleasant memories, and just then Ling Xiao said, "Fatty, you'll be in the front later, so we can push you forward."

Wu Xie said, "You can't fart this time! Mind your own business!"

The fat man grunted that he understood, then climbed inside, followed by the others.

That hole was really unfriendly to the fat man; he got stuck with every step he took. Wu Xie was terrified behind him, afraid that the fat man would fart again, or that he would slam his fist in the face if the fat man stopped.