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

“We can’t go in. This is the path the child has to take.” Xie Yuhua knew clearly that only Qin Feng’s half-finished product could save the child from his current condition.

"You mean we've come to Lingzi's past, the real past?" Fatty asked suddenly, his hand on the doorknob, seeing that Xie Yuhua was about to give up.

Jieyuhua nodded, recalling the past, and he felt somewhat dejected.

"Then if we can't do anything, what's the point of us coming here?" the fat man asked again.

As he spoke, the door opened from the inside, and out came a guy who looked like a doctor, but he was holding a notebook and looked rather nonchalant and unapproachable.

"Does it require a family member's signature?" the fat man asked hastily.

"What are you signing?" The man rolled his eyes at the fat man and continued, "With Mr. Qin around, why would he need you? You're like a toad trying to eat swan meat."

"Stop trying to curry favor. Mr. Qin said he sent me out to get rid of you. Tell me, what's your name this time? Where do you live? How much do you want?" The man impatiently pressed the spring pen button against the notebook in his hand, turned the pen on, and pretended to write it down.

This guy called Fatty has been coming almost every day lately, always bringing a different person. It's so annoying! Today's guy is actually better quality than before, tsk... but he's wearing antique clothes, I don't know what kind of taste he has...

"My name is Fatty," Fatty introduced himself.

"What a joke! Who here doesn't know you're called Fatty? Am I asking you? I'm asking him." The man's face grew even more impatient; his annoyance was evident even through his mask.

"This is Master Hua." The fat man pointed to Jieyuhua.

"He's got a fortune! Who calls themselves 'Master' these days? Or is that really his name? Dressed in vintage clothes, where did you find this antique this time?"

"My name is Xie Yuchen, I'm Ling Xiao's... friend. Please let me know after Ling Xiao's surgery is over, thank you." Xie Yuchen introduced himself. The fat man's words had enlightened him; he could get to know the child earlier, meet him formally, and help him escape his suffering as soon as possible.

The man burst out laughing and said, "Hahahaha, I can't laugh anymore! Do you also have a name, Jieyuhua? Hahahaha, Fatty, Jieyuhua, hahaha, oh my, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. Alright, alright, take your friends back to your hometown and go cosplay. If you're Jieyuhua, then I'm the Third Uncle of Nanpai."

After saying that, the man cursed them as crazy, turned around and went into the emergency room, closing the door behind him. Then he launched into a tirade against Qin Feng.

"What book were you talking about?" Qin Feng asked, his hands covered in blood, as he walked into the cleaning room, removed his gloves and goggles to wash his hands, and listened to the man's complaints.

"Uncle? Nanpai Third Uncle, oh no, no, the book, you mean The Grave Robbers' Chronicles! It's an antique, but a classic. I always take it out to read. You can borrow it if you want."

You know, you wouldn't think much of Fatty on your own normally, but today, standing next to that guy outside, and after he introduced himself, you know what, he actually looked like a character from a book come to life. He really captured the essence of cosplay, but it's a shame his mental state isn't quite right; he's mistaking reality for fantasy.

"Transmigrating into a book... Do you think the world in the book is real?" Qin Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly becoming somewhat unfocused.

"Don't be silly. Books are all written by authors. What they say and do has no original thought. They are just fictional characters. They can't come to our world, and we can't go to theirs either."

If you were to unfortunately be transported into that world, that would be truly tragic. No one would understand you. Ants can't lift an elephant; what's meant to happen will happen. No matter how much you try to change the outcome, you can't alter the result. In the end, you'll realize it was just a joke God played on you, a joke where you were the savior. You thought you were the savior, but you were nothing more than a clown." That person did have their own insights.

Qin Feng didn't listen much further, only muttering to himself, "From the world of paper-cut characters to the world of paper-cut characters, living people can also enter the world of paper-cut characters."