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

The snow continued to fall for about three days before it started to slow down.

Ling Xiao took off Xie Yuhua's shoes, unfolded a sanitary napkin, and put it inside the shoes to serve as an insole.

"What's this for?" Xie Yuhua didn't quite understand. Why would she put this in his shoes out of the blue?

"The snow seems to have stopped. Let's all stand closer to the outside for a while before setting off. It's not worth catching a cold from the sudden change in temperature."

"Put a sanitary napkin inside your shoes to absorb sweat, and it will also prevent your shoes from getting soaked in the snow. When your feet are warm, your body will warm up too," Ling Xiao explained.

Hearing him say that, everyone went to get sanitary napkins to put in their shoes. Hei Xiazi felt that one layer was not enough and wanted to put on another layer, which made Fatty imitate him. Zhuangzhuang didn't know how to use them and thought they were adhesive, so he stuck them everywhere. Half of the sanitary napkins in a big basin disappeared in an instant.

Wu Xie stepped on the mat, nodded, and felt a little ashamed. The thought of having to discard it after entering the tomb, and what would happen if an archaeological team found it... he wondered what their reaction would be. Maybe it would even still have someone's lingering foot odor on it...

Several people climbed out of the crevice one after another and stepped into this white world.

They didn't have much food left, and Shunzi couldn't think of a solution. He just kept telling the others to eat less.

This made the fat man want to curse. While they were inside, Shunzi didn't seem to have eaten much less, but now that they were out of food, he was reminding everyone to be frugal.

After emerging from the crevice, we faced the challenge of navigating the steep slope. Fortunately, Lingxiao's rope proved invaluable once again, and after climbing up, we discovered numerous hoofprints on the snow.

"It must be that woman, Aning. Looks like they've overtaken us and are ahead," the fat man said, looking at the hoofprints on the ground.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" After saying that, Hei Xiazi put on his goggles and headed upwards.

After walking for about two or three hours, the group finally spotted Aning's group again.

Their team appears to have suffered significant losses; what was once thirty or forty men has dwindled to just over twenty, and they've lost half the number of horses.

"Why haven't I seen my third uncle yet?" Wu Xie looked at the people anxiously.

"What's the rush? That old fox Wu Sansheng won't disappear anytime soon." Hei Xiazi covered Wu Xie as they hid. A Ning was looking around with binoculars. If she poked her head out now, wouldn't that be like offering herself up as food?

Wu Xie only just realized this. Seeing that A Ning had stopped moving after a while, he became curious and turned his head to look in the direction she was looking. This time, he also stopped moving.

That direction overlapped exactly with the mountain peaks he saw when he was buried underwater; it was practically a copy and paste.

"Why are you always craning your neck like a turtle? What are you looking at?" Hei Xiazi slapped Wu Xie, bringing him back to his senses.

"Shunzi, what's the name of that mountain?" Wuxie didn't care, because he had a more important question to ask Shunzi.

“That’s the Three Sacred Mountains. Only a small part belongs to us. Above the snow line, that area belongs to North Korea. You can’t go there.” Shunzi didn’t mince words and explained the reason directly.

"The Three Sacred Snow Mountains..." Wu Xie murmured. Isn't this one of the three most difficult border lines to cross in the world? This area is heavily guarded by 81mm ammunition and regular troops. Crossing the line would really get you shot.

The group exchanged glances, clearly aware of the formidable reputation of the Three Sacred Snow Mountains, and secretly gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

“There must be a way to smuggle across the border. Shunzi, who was in the army, couldn’t possibly not know this. Let’s give him more money and have him take us across,” Panzi suggested.

To everyone's surprise, Shunzi shook his head like a rattle-drum: "It's impossible. There are only a few roads up there, and the top is all high hills. There's a searchlight every ten meters. It's a military restricted area. When I was serving in the military, I was ordered to fire a shot into the air as a warning if any stranger entered my line of sight. If they didn't have a leg, I would shoot them in the leg a second time."

"Once you're inside, you won't even see our sentries, let alone be able to cross the border."