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

It seems that whenever he is at a high place, Ling Xiao is always by his side.

The fat man watched with trepidation. He wanted to ask if Ling Xiao could actually lift Wu Xie, but he didn't say it. He just said worriedly, "Ling Zi, you... take it easy... okay?"

This adrenaline is amazing! Not only does it give you the energy to carry someone while you have a fever, but after thinking about it, I shook my head. It's not just the adrenaline that's powerful; Ling Zi is really something else...

"Thanks." After landing smoothly, Ling Xiao thanked Wu Xie and let go of him, as if nothing had happened and Wu Xie had come down from the escalator.

Wu Xie's mind was completely blank. He stammered for a long time without being able to say anything coherent. Wasn't the order reversed? Shouldn't he be the one thanking him?

When Jieyuhua came down, she put her arm around Lingxiao's side. Her face wasn't very pleasant, which made Lingxiao laugh.

The people were standing on the roof of the main hall they had seen from above. The eaves and flying eaves were decorated with phoenix heads, and the roof ridge was decorated with chiwen on both sides. These were common decorations in ancient times. The original form was Chiwen, which later evolved into chiwen and had the function of warding off evil spirits.

The whole structure, with its yellow tiles and red beams, exudes a royal aura. The fat man tried to lift a tile to see what it was made of, but he couldn't pry it open no matter what he tried.

"Damn, this thing is really tight," the fat man cursed.

"Be careful not to fall," Ling Xiao told him, and the fat man slowly stood up.

They descended to the porch of the main gate of the Spirit Palace using ropes. There was an altar there, with a stone slab floor raised and leveled in front of the gate. Perhaps because of the constant cold and dampness, the stones had become brittle, and even Ling Xiao could hear them creaking when he stepped on them.

"It looks like this is the end of the mountain trail." Wu Xie shone his flashlight on the broken section; just one step away, and he would fall into a dark abyss.

On either side of the plank road were rows of bronze cauldrons, covered with ice shards. The fat man climbed in and took a look. Inside were ashes left from what had been burned, but it was certain that the ashes were from a long time ago.

The entire palace was in the style of the Han Dynasty, which Lingxiao quite liked.

"It seems that Wang Zanghai could not escape the limitations of his ethnicity and the times," Cheng Yu sighed.

"What, besides dragons, you know something else about this?" Black Bear bumped into him with his arms crossed.

Cheng Yu quickly waved his hand, but when he looked up, Ling Xiao glared at him warningly. Cheng Yu paused, and he almost forgot how to walk.

“It’s possible that Dongxia could only plunder these things back then. Most of the items here are worn out, so they probably aren’t original.” Wu Xie said, looking at the cauldrons.

If it were just surface wear, it would be normal for a ritual, but the wear marks on the inside of the leg seem rather suspicious.

On the other side, in front of the gate of the spirit hall, stood a blank stone tablet of a tortoise. Ling Xiao knew this tortoise was a child of the dragon.

It seemed to be Cheng Yu's turn to speak again. He began explaining the origin and function of the Bixi to the group.

Behind the Bixi stone tablet is the white jade gate of the Ling Palace, which is about as tall as three people stacked together and as wide as two people standing side by side.

The stone gate was carved with many strange birds with human faces dancing in the clouds, but Wu Xie didn't know their names.

The brass door scroll above the door is a tiger's head. The two door panels on both sides are frozen solid because they were previously filled with water, making them look like a single piece that cannot be separated.

Standing here, you can still see some faint light shining down from above, making the palace look ancient and mysterious.

"To build a tomb in a place like this, this King Wan Nu is truly a genius," Pan Zi sighed.