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

After a long period of quiet, Hei Xiazi seized the opportunity to strike the dog's head, and Ling Xiao also took the opportunity to cut off the head and toss it aside.

Black blood sprayed onto Ling Xiao's face, spreading out like a rain of blood, then landing on the ground and spreading everywhere. The hellhound collapsed, but the other two heads were still breathing.

Ling Xiao almost lost his balance, but fortunately Xie Yuhua caught him.

Blood dripped onto the corner of his lips, causing a slight itch. Ling Xiao unconsciously licked his lips.

It's... actually quite delicious.

"Are you alright?" Xie Yuhua wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"I had an adrenaline injection, and I'm doing okay so far, but I don't know if I'll still be able to handle it later. Will I still be able to take care of these two heads?" Ling Xiao explained his current situation and the possible physical conditions that might occur, and then steered the conversation to the hellhound.

Wu Xie also ran up, his legs were a little unsteady, it seemed that he was suffering from a backlash from the pain of the burns. He staggered and helped Ling Xiao off the hellhound, asking Ling Xiao where it hurt.

"Please ask Black Bear and Fatty to help treat your wound later. The cloth is stuck to your skin, so even if my blood drips on it, you'll have to remove the cloth first," Ling Xiao said, pointing to his wound.

Wu Xie knew Ling Xiao had misunderstood and quickly shook his head, saying, "No need for blood, just apply some medicine normally later." He didn't want blood; he wanted Ling Zi to live.

Fatty helped Cheng Yu slowly rejoin them, thinking of taking a shortcut, but unexpectedly they were burned by the fire again. Fortunately, Fatty was agile and dodged in time, managing to escape with Cheng Yu.

The hellhounds no longer posed a threat to them; even if they breathed fire, the power was minimal. And the third head remained silent, its eyes closed.

Jieyuhua only needed two blows to splatter the hellhound's brains out, while Heixiazi dealt with the other head from the side.

When the hellhound died, a door suddenly appeared where it had been tethered, making a loud noise.

A fragrant aroma wafted in, and smoke filled the air. Lotus petals began to fall throughout the side room, and the mermaid lamps on the walls flickered incessantly, creating a dreamlike scene.

"Is this the beginning of Nezha's birth?" The fat man picked up a petal that had fallen on him and sniffed it. The pungent fragrance made him sneeze. He turned around and placed it on Cheng Yu, saying, "Take it away, take it away quickly. My nose is allergic to this stuff."

Cheng Yu lowered his head, plucked the petal, and used this action to drip two drops of blood onto his wound before throwing the petal on the ground.

He slowly walked around with the blood in his hand, then walked to Xie Yuhua's side and handed her the blood and bandages at the same time.

After Xie Yuhua chose the bandage, Cheng Yu withdrew the blood. No one understood what he meant. Cheng Yu's behavior in the tomb was too strange. First, there was the diary, then he accurately counted the portraits on the wall, and now he was making Xie Yuhua make a choice.

Everyone tacitly refrained from asking him anything, but they all wanted to know what he was planning to do.

“The Three-Headed Guanyin Hall, Xiao Hua, this is…” Wu Xie broke the silence. He went to look at the door first. When he saw the large Sanskrit characters written in front of the door, he remembered what the red-eyed man had said. The red-eyed man said there was a three-headed Bodhisattva statue, but Ling Zi was the only one who could not be allowed to enter.

Several people glanced at Ling Xiao simultaneously.

"What does this have to do with me?" Ling Xiao asked Jieyuhua.