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

As the group entered, the candlesticks that were originally fixed on the pillars flickered and lit up.

Like a modern voice-activated light, it's a candle that lights itself when you walk over to it.

"This is too bizarre. Did such technology still exist in ancient times?" Wu Xie muttered to himself.

After walking for quite a while, we finally arrived at the very center of the main hall, where a jade platform suddenly appeared, surrounded by statues of human heads and bird bodies, with a large black statue standing in the middle of the platform.

It was covered in fungi, making it impossible to see what it was carved into; it didn't look like a person or a Buddha.

"Could the Little Maitreya statue have been modeled after this?" The fat man stroked his chin, examining the thing closely.

“But these look like completely different things. At least Little Maitreya can tell what it is, right?” Cheng Yu took out his phone and took pictures of the sculpture again and again, not even missing the fungi on it. He also took out a glass bottle from somewhere, scraped the fungi with a knife, and sealed it in the glass bottle.

“The shrine mainly contains statues of the deceased’s family members. This one looks rather hastily placed. Is the little Maitreya you mentioned related to this?” Panzi asked.

Jieyuhua glanced at him, pursed her lips, and remained silent. Wuxie should have told him about the trip to Yunnan, so why did Panzi seem to be unclear about it?

As he was thinking this, he heard Pan Zi say, "Back then, I only heard you say how ugly the little Maitreya was, but I didn't know exactly how ugly it was. Was it uglier than this?"

After Pan Zi finished speaking, Xie Yuhua stopped looking at him. Cheng Yu, however, narrowed his eyes, then walked to Pan Zi's side, put his arm around him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Trust me, you don't want to know." Then he naturally let go of his arm and continued searching for something with his flashlight without looking back.

"What are these characters?" Wu Xie shone his flashlight on a stone platform, which looked more like a large chopping board. It was covered with dried blood from years ago and a scroll that looked like it was made of wolf skins.

The wolfskin scroll, when opened, revealed crooked and distorted characters, just like those on the totem. Wu Xie couldn't understand them, but they seemed to be the same characters as those on the snake-browed bronze fish that Cheng Yu had. He subconsciously reached into his pocket.

"How...how..." Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xie seemed to freeze in place.

"It's not shameful to be illiterate. It's normal that we can't recognize his handwriting. He's not bringing shame to college students." The fat man patted him on the shoulder.

"No, no, it's my Snake-Eyebrow Bronze Fish... not one missing..." Wu Xie shook his head and then shakily took out all the Snake-Eyebrow Bronze Fish.

"Isn't this good? We have to look carefully this time, otherwise we'll really never find it again." The fat man didn't understand why he was panicking, but Wu Xie knew that he had checked many times and that one of the items was indeed missing.

“It might be the Mandela Effect; your memory is deceiving you.” Ling Xiao took the snake-browed bronze fish from his hand, held it up to the candlelight, and then put it back in Wu Xie’s hand.

"What is that?" Wu Xie didn't know what the Mandela Effect was, but it didn't sound very good.

"It's about an old man named Mandela. People thought he died in the 1980s, but he's actually alive and well now. It sounds like collective memory has been altered, but that could very well happen, just like your fish."

"So, Cheng Yu, what exactly are the words written on this skin?" Ling Xiao finished explaining and then turned to ask Cheng Yu, not giving Wu Xie a chance to ask him any more questions.