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

The young man seemed very familiar with the area, but for some reason, as they continued to walk, a foul odor wafted over them, and the smell became stronger the further they went.

Ling Xiao felt suspicious and couldn't help but move his head closer to the young man's neck. The young man felt Ling Xiao's approach and his body stiffened abruptly, clearly feeling uncomfortable.

Ling Xiao sniffed for a while, and seemed relieved only after realizing that the smell wasn't coming from Xiao Ge.

Covering my nose, I looked to both sides. Scattered along the road were several corpses, each wearing a gas mask. Their skin was either dark or fair, and they all appeared to be foreigners. These people were dressed quite neatly, but they were all rather obese.

Ling Xiao, who had never seen a dead person since losing his memory, was a little scared. The hand gripping Xiao Ge's shoulder unconsciously tightened its grip. He was a little frightened, thinking that if he had really been alone, he would have died here long ago.

"Will we die?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"It's hard to say," the young man replied honestly.

"Do you know how they died?" Ling Xiao asked in a low voice.

"The smell here might be poisonous." The young man's words had a double meaning, both answering the question that Ling Xiao and the others might have died from poisoning and reminding him to speak less to avoid being poisoned.

Jieyuhua followed behind them. He paused for a moment. He clearly saw the child approaching the young man; the child was doing it on purpose.

Does he feel he can't protect him? Xie Yuhua smiled bitterly. Yes, in his current state, he really can't protect him. The child has always been smart. He even suspects that the child was with him in the first place because he weighed the pros and cons and thought he was the most suitable person to take advantage of.

Just as he was staring blankly ahead, Ling Xiao suddenly turned his head and winked at him.

Jieyuhua didn't understand what he meant, nor did she hear what he and the young man said. The child blinked and then turned his head back.

The nauseating stench grew stronger, threatening to engulf everyone. The air was thick with the stench of decay and death, a pungent, fishy smell that made it almost impossible to breathe. The corpses that had been lying on the ground were gone, replaced by shriveled, decaying mummies on the walls on either side. They were no longer fresh; they were dried-up, rotting corpses.

These mummies looked ancient and aged, as if they had been dead for hundreds of years. There were no signs of decay, as if they had been treated in some way; their skin clung tightly to their bones, making them appear exceptionally grotesque and terrifying.

Every detail reveals the marks of time and the despair of death. They seem to have been scared to death or dissected to death, because there are no visible scars on their bodies, and they even have eyes attached. Of course, whether this is true or not is another matter.

Even more chilling was the fact that these mummies were firmly bound to the wall with thick, rusty wires. The wires were covered in reddish-brown rust and looked as if they might break at any moment. This precarious binding made these once vibrant lives appear more like eerie decorations suspended in mid-air.

Ling Xiao gasped softly in fright, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know why, even though the person who gave him a sense of security was clearly carrying him, he felt that the man who was always behind him was more capable of protecting him. Perhaps it was because they had gone through thick and thin together, or perhaps not. Ling Xiao couldn't quite explain what his emotion was, but when he was in danger, the person he wanted to find was the one behind him.

Just as his vision blurred, the young man led them to the altar.

This altar is remarkably similar to the one in the underground palace of the Buddha.