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

"What are you doing?" the fake fat man roared, pulling out a miniature gun from his pocket while muttering, "They're all dead, they're all dead, so nobody should live."

After saying that, he fired a shot at the fat man closest to him. The fat man couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the shoulder.

"Damn it, what a fool you are! You think you're the only one with a gun?" The fat man said, reaching into his pocket for his own gun, wanting to take it out for him.

With a 'bang!', Hei Xiazi fired another shot, and now only Zhuangzhuang in Xiao Lingxiao's arms remained.

"What the hell were you waiting for! You should have shot the moment he pulled out the gun! Ouch! That gun is really powerful, did it pierce your fat grandpa's shoulder blade?" The fat man was covered in sweat from the pain and said through gritted teeth.

Wu Xie ran over to help him up. The fat man's wound was much more serious than he had imagined. There was no bullet, and it wasn't a penetrating wound. It was as if a burst of air pressure had ripped the flesh open, and a few small bone-like tissues mixed with blood were exposed.

"Fatty... your bones... seem to be broken..." Wu Xie felt he didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Then wrap it up for me...! ****...********Grandma's big chicken leg, might as well just go through it!" the fat man said, swearing through the pain.

A baby's cry made Wu Xie's hand tremble as he poured the alcohol, spilling most of it onto the fat man's wound. The fat man's face turned visibly white, and before he fainted, he gave Wu Xie one last hard look before reluctantly passing out.

"Fatty, Fatty, I didn't...do it on purpose..." Wu Xie shook him twice, but seeing no reaction, he tried to pull him up, only to find that he couldn't move him at all.

"Oh dear! Boss Wu! You're going to kill him if you keep messing with him." Shunzi also got excited and quickly stepped forward to help.

After the two men finished bandaging the fat man, Wu Xie asked what the sound had been.

Upon hearing this, Shunzi's face turned pale and then red, and after a long while, he stammered, "It was Boss Ling who killed that child."

"He fell and died?" Wu Xie was also surprised, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. After a long while, he asked, "What about Zhuangzhuang?"

He remembered that Ling Xiao was holding two children. If the one who fell to his death was fake, then the real one would definitely have seen it. Although they had only met not long ago, that one could be considered Zhuangzhuang's first friend.

"The fake kid was about to scratch the real kid's face, but then his nails suddenly grew out. He almost scratched the real kid, but luckily Boss Ling reacted quickly."

Boss Cheng took the child away. Boss Ling originally thought that if the child was obedient, he could stay and keep the other child company. However, the child did this, so he simply stopped indulging the fake one and threw it to the ground. A pebble, which seemed to have been kicked from somewhere, hit the fake child's head, and it died instantly. Shunzi recounted what happened.

Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Zhuang Zhuang hadn't witnessed the fall. Shun Zi then told Pan Zi and Cheng Yu about the fat man's fainting and asked them for help.

A moment later, Ling Xiao and the others arrived. Pan Zi patted Fatty's face and said, "No good! He's completely out of the question." He then dismantled the wounds created by Wu Xie and Shun Zi, examined them, and exclaimed, "He's a real man."

"There was too much alcohol on it," Cheng Yu said bluntly. It was more than just too much; the wound had turned white.