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

Ling Xiao finally managed to stop the bleeding, but his head was spinning. He never expected that he would be the first one to stop bleeding. For the rest of the journey, Xie Yuhua carried him on her back.

It was already a steep slope, and it was in the snow, so Ling Xiao could clearly feel that Xie Yuhua was having some trouble. Cheng Yu and Hei Xiazi offered to take turns with him several times, but he refused to let them do it. Fortunately, he was good at light footwork, and the two of them managed to pull through.

Fatty, carrying Zhuangzhuang on his back, was the first to arrive, but he seemed to be out of his mind. He forcefully stomped a footprint in the snow and said, "For me personally, this is just a small step, but for the tomb raiders, it's a damn leap forward!"

"Fly!" Zhuangzhuang gestured with his hands, and then the fat man carried Zhuangzhuang on his back and lay down in the snow.

Needless to say, Wu Xie disappeared as soon as he stopped. It took Pan Zi a long time to find him lying half-dead in the snow. Pan Zi tried to pull him up, but ended up being dragged down with him.

Several people collapsed to the ground, but Xie Yuhua still couldn't forget the child's state. Even though she had reached her limit, she still had to check on Ling Xiao from time to time.

"I think I can see more than before." Ling Xiao lay in the snow, looking at the boundless blue sky.

He lay in the snow, surrounded by cold air that made it hard for him to breathe. He could only breathe through his mouth again and again. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, just blue. Or perhaps he couldn't see the clouds at all; his vision was limited to a small patch of blue sky.

"Really? Then what is this?" Xie Yuhua lay down beside him and asked, making the shape of a dove with her hand at his line of sight.

Ling Xiao saw the blurry little pigeon flapping its long wings. At least one thing was true: Ling Xiao was a hand fetishist, and even if he could only see it blurry, he was still a complete hand fetishist.

“They are beautiful little pigeons,” Ling Xiao said with a smile.

"You really saw it? What about this?" Xie Yuhua made a crab gesture again, and Ling Xiao followed suit.

"The big crab should lead the little crabs along."

"No, no, no, you can't walk upright, because crabs have to walk sideways."

"Look, Brother Xiaohua, my crab's eyes can move."

"Brother Xiaohua, what else can you do? Teach me."

It was an incredibly childish game, but the two of them were having a blast playing it.

The 'click-click' sound involuntarily drew people's attention to it.

Cheng Yu waved his phone and said, "I couldn't resist taking a few pictures. The scenery here is so beautiful! It's even more beautiful than the pictures in the sketchbooks."

Looking from here, on the left is the Three Sacred Mountains that the group had long coveted. The mountaintop is covered with snow, and the steep peaks are shrouded in a pale blue mist due to the setting sun, creating a dreamlike scene.

As the group was admiring the beautiful scenery, they saw the young man kneel down facing the Three Sacred Mountains, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Ling Xiao looked at the Three Sacred Mountains opposite him, and then at Xiao Ge. Although he couldn't see clearly, when the actions in the story were displayed before his eyes, he suddenly had a different mindset. Ling Xiao wanted to ask, to ask if Xiao Ge was also an ordinary person.

What exactly was he praying for? What was he thinking? Was it the secret of the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds, or was he thinking of the Tibetan sky, or perhaps he was seeking solace through this ritual, praying to the tender emotions lingering in his memory...?