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

“These corpses can’t move, and there’s no rule about them forming a circle. They still have to move forward. It’s not like they can’t move in a vertical line,” Cheng Yu muttered. Don’t think he didn’t know what Pan Zi was thinking.

Although these corpses didn't leave any room to walk, you could still squeeze through. Saying you were being poked in the face is an exaggeration. While you might be touching the corpses' faces, and some corpses' hands were still in mid-air, it wasn't really poking at all. Anyone with eyes could see that the lower half of these corpses was fused to the rock. Did they think they could move only their upper bodies? If they were blocking the way, just cut them down. If you don't want to help, just don't want to help. Why make up excuses?

With a 'whoosh', something came over, and the young man caught it.

"A paper airplane?" Hei Xiazi leaned closer, unfolded the paper, and found no writing on it. But Wu Xie recognized the paper; it was clearly torn from his notebook.

But how did the boomerang turn into a paper airplane? And why did it change from top to bottom?

"Could this be a signal from the master to us?" Cheng Yu asked.

The young man shook his head, indicating it didn't seem like it, and then folded the paper again. Only then did Wuxie realize what was wrong with him.

The creases on the paper are only those of the paper airplane, without any extra lines. How could two pieces of paper that are actually folded into a boomerang not have any lines?

Also, the place where they were standing was full of corpses, so it was uncertain whether they could even see them. How did this paper airplane fly over? It must have been in a straight line and not far away.

Having figured it out, Wu Xie quickly ran forward until he saw another wall. The corpses looked frozen and brittle, with no trace of anyone having been there.

When Hei Xiazi and the others arrived, Wu Xie's eyes were filled with confusion. Fatty shook his shoulder, and he turned his head and said, "I was too slow."

He just felt that someone had been there, and if he had run a little faster, maybe he would have seen them...

Another rustling sound came from behind. Wu Xie quickly turned on his flashlight and looked over. Some distance away from the group, there was a foreigner with a bluish-purple face and his head slightly lowered. His wooden and blank expression was exactly the same as the corpse next to him. However, he could still move, but he was frozen slowly.

“Looks like one of Aning’s mercenaries!” Black Bear made a V-shape with his hand and rubbed his chin up and down.

"Could it be that someone cursed it? Do these shamans not like foreigners either?" the fat man pondered.

Not long after, the man stopped moving. Panzi took out his knife, wiped it on his side, and slowly reached out. Just to be safe, the fat man lent him a glove. He placed his hand on the mercenary's shoulder, but there was no reaction.

Panzi slowly shook his head at the group of people. He then shone his flashlight around in other areas, and after discovering something, he paused, turned off the flashlight, and carefully walked back.

"There's something wrong with the corpse behind him," Panzi said when he came back.

Cheng Yu frowned and shone his flashlight on the spot behind the mercenary. There were dark blue corpses there, but one of the corpses had an extremely large head, like the Kunlun fetus that could be seen on the ice cliff. Its facial features were not clear, and a strange tongue was sticking out of the big head's mouth and onto the mercenary's neck.

"Could it be a corpse fetus? Young Master is truly a remarkable person; the fake has actually become real." Hei Xiazi spoke in a deliberately mysterious manner, leaving Wu Xie completely bewildered.

"What corpse fetus? And what fake thing turned real?"