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

Seeing Shunzi slowly recovering, Chengyu took out the cotton-padded coat that had been covered in snow. The coat was covered in snow, and now that they were at the hot spring, the snow had all melted onto the coat, leaving it half-wet and half-dry.

Cheng Yu laid the cotton-padded clothes on the stone. The temperature was high enough to dry the clothes. Seeing him do this, the others followed suit and started drying their clothes as well.

The fat man took out a few more pieces of luncheon meat from his bag and threw them into the hot spring to warm them up. He also spread the dry food that the woman had prepared for Ling Xiao on paper and placed it on a stone to dry.

Once heated, the luncheon meat emitted a salty and savory aroma that completely masked the sulfur smell. Wu Xie was starving after walking for so long, so he grabbed a piece and started eating. He had never imagined that luncheon meat could taste so good.

"Be careful, it's hot," Xie Yuhua said as she fed Ling Xiao.

"Do you have compressed biscuits? I'll just eat those." Ling Xiao didn't really like the taste of luncheon meat. Even sausage, for some reason, he just couldn't stand it. Adhering to the principle of not eating if he could avoid it, Ling Xiao decided to continue being a picky eater.

"Yes, Fatty even heated up some dry rations. How about having something warm? We've been walking for a long time, and you haven't eaten much since last night. Your stomach can't take this much longer," Xie Yuhua advised earnestly.

Ling Xiao nodded and reluctantly ate some luncheon meat and biscuits.

While eating luncheon meat, Wuxie looked at the murals on the wall and gradually lost his appetite, letting out a sigh.

"What's wrong, Third Master? Why are you sighing all of a sudden?" Pan Zi asked with concern.

Seeing that Wu Xie kept looking at the mural, Pan Zi smiled and said nonchalantly, "It's just a painting of songs and dances. Even if it's well preserved, it's not on paper. You can't take it away. If it oxidizes, it oxidizes. There's nothing to regret."

Perhaps because they were full and had nothing else to do, the group took flashlights and shone them on the mural depicting the conversation between the two.

"Tsk." The fat man walked up to the mural with a hint of suspicion, and Wu Xie followed, wanting to know what he had discovered.

He had recovered from his fatigue, but his feet and legs were still aching, especially his toes. They were sore and itchy from being outside in the cold. He didn't know if it was just psychological or if he had fully recovered, but his fingers started to itch. There were also many unidentified bleeding spots on the back of his hands.

Wu Xie scratched himself as he walked, making his gait look particularly strange.

The fat man poked his finger into the mural, then scratched at it with his fingernail.

“Fatty, even though this mural is oxidized, it still falls under the category of cultural relics. Even if it has no value, you can’t damage it.” Wu Xie explained to Fatty while scratching him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Look closely, isn't this place two stories?" the fat man said, pointing to the spot he had just scratched with his fingernail.

Upon hearing that there had been a new discovery, the group gathered around. The fat man showed his finger, which clearly bore the mark of cinnabar, but the spot where he had just scratched it still didn't match the color of his hand.

It's obvious that someone has created a derivative work on it.

The top layer was oxidized, which exposed the layer underneath.

Cheng Yu also tried to scrape it off with his hand. The paint on it was exceptionally easy to scrape off. Normally, this kind of mural would have some kind of sealing layer to make it last longer. This one clearly hadn't gone through those steps and could be scraped off with a finger.

"Did you attract maggots?" the fat man finally couldn't stand Wuxie, who was scratching himself the whole time, said.

"It's so cold it's itchy." Wu Xie was also helpless. When the fat man shone his flashlight on him, Wu Xie's arm had already been scratched until it bled.