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

Inside the cave was a palace, part of which protruded from the entrance, supported by wooden corridors on the cliff, as if suspended in the air. The rest of the building was not visible, but even just a small part of it was breathtaking.

Everyone got excited, especially the fat man who couldn't wait any longer. They were still on the glacier and they could already see this. He was eager to take in the whole view. Wu Xie was also attracted by the unique construction method of the building, and his hand unconsciously slowly released the rope.

No matter how long they stretched it, the rope was only 20 meters long at most, far short of the hundreds of meters below. The fat man was fine, but Wu Xie, who was already weak, was in trouble. He was hanging in mid-air, unable to go up or down.

The young man pulled him up with a blank expression, and Wu Xie smiled sheepishly.

"What do we do now? This rope is only about 20 meters long. Should we use one rope like before?" Cheng Yu sat on the ice, staring at the forked end of the nylon rope in his hand, lost in thought.

“No, this place isn’t like Little Maitreya’s. It’s at least a hundred meters high here. If any one of the ropes breaks, everyone will die here.” Xie Yuhua rejected Cheng Yu’s idea.

"Xiao Hua, do you have any good suggestions?" Wu Xie was a little frustrated; the fall had made his wrist a bit swollen.

Xie Yuhua turned her gaze to Ling Xiao, who curled up on the ice, his backside facing the crowd, showing no intention of listening to Xie Yuhua.

“A simple method: first, send someone to wade up these wooden corridors supporting the ice dome, then climb up these pillars to the cave, and then use a rope to get down to the roof of the building outside.” As soon as Xie Yuhua finished speaking, he saw Ling Xiao staring at him with bloodshot eyes, then inexplicably got up and pushed him with surprising force, almost pushing him down.

"What are you doing?" Xie Yuhua asked gently, holding his wrist. He thought that a child wouldn't throw a tantrum indiscriminately, but the way he was acting suggested that he was genuinely angry.

Did I say something wrong?

"Where did you hear about this folk remedy?" Ling Xiao stared intently at Xie Yuhua, afraid of missing anything.

“My master, Er Yuehong, taught me,” Xie Yuhua replied truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao was stunned for two seconds, then muttered to himself, "I originally thought you were different, but I never expected that you were the best opening. Er Yuehong, yes, you are all Er Yuehong's disciples. You ask me what is real and what is fake, I can't tell anymore, I can't tell anymore."

"Lingzi, are you alright?" The fat man touched Ling Xiao's head; it was burning hot.

"Oh dear, this child is delirious from the fever, he's developed hysteria. Why doesn't he make a sound when he's in pain?" The fat man pulled Ling Xiao into his arms and opened the water bottle for Ling Xiao to drink a sip.

"Fatty," Ling Xiao called out to him.

"Oh, you still recognize me," the fat man replied.

"I can't tell."

If you can't tell the difference, then don't.

"What is real and what is fake? I can't tell the difference between truth and falsehood."

"This kid, is he obsessed? Let me tell you, anything that's been around for years and has a name on it is genuine. Of course, calligraphy and paintings are an exception. For those, you need to have skill, and you need to be famous. You can be unknown while alive, but you need to be famous after you die. Only those that are famous are genuine." The fat man said these words earnestly.

Just as he was marveling at the truth of what he had said, he was interrupted by Jieyuhua, who said, "What he said about truth and falsehood is not that he can't distinguish between genuine and fake antiques."

"Huh? Isn't that right?" The fat man looked puzzled.