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

The unbearable pain left Xieyuhua gasping for breath for a long time before she could recover.

Wu Xie gradually regained some strength, but his speech and thinking were not very clear. He said incoherently, "I just... I was captured. They cut off my skin."

The fat man, still shaken, said in a trembling voice, "What! You were skinned too? I was wondering, with my size, who would even want my skin? Turns out we were in cahoots, all skinned. Tianzhen, how are you? Come help me up, let me see my leg..."

"This must be the woman who was made into a bone whistle. Her resentment was too great, so when she blew it, we were pulled in. Do you remember the drum sound earlier? That might be the drum we just experienced, made from skinned bones. After going back and forth like that, we definitely fell for it." Wu Xie was panting as he said this.

"I wonder what the connection is between the bone whistle and the key. Should we blow the bone whistle again? Maybe there will be more to it," Wu Xie suggested.

"No, please. I think you really want to send Fatty away. If you do it again, Fatty really won't be able to live." Fatty made his thoughts clear and firmly opposed doing it again.

Cheng Yu went to check on Zhuangzhuang's condition, but Zhuangzhuang slithered onto Ling Xiao like an eel, snuggling into his arms.

Finally, Ling Xiao was woken up. Ling Xiao subconsciously comforted Zhuang Zhuang. He first touched Zhuang Zhuang's hair, then pinched his ear. He looked around and found that they were still in the tomb. He instantly became awake and pushed Zhuang Zhuang out.

Zhuangzhuang, who had been pushed away, did not stop crying; instead, he cried even more bitterly, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam. His body trembled slightly, but he kept trying to rub against Ling Xiao, as if seeking some comfort and warmth.

He was already quite frightened by what had just happened. Now, feeling Ling Xiao's disdain, how could he not feel wronged?

Xie Yuhua noticed that Ling Xiao was acting strangely. His subconscious actions when he first opened his eyes didn't lie. If he was rejecting strangers, how could he comfort Zhuangzhuang?

In other words, the child has recovered?

When did you recover? What was that moment of pain?

Because Xieyuhua was preoccupied with Lingxiao's pain, she quickly thought of that place.

The child's soul is incomplete, so he cannot be taken into the illusion mirror. Perhaps the pain is his soul returning to its rightful place?

Wu Xie had no intention of joining in the fun. He took a flashlight and went to search other places, feeling that the key wouldn't be given away for nothing.

Sure enough, they found a keyhole in a corner. Wu Xie took the key and inserted it. After the lock opened, a flame shot out.

Fortunately, Hei Xiazi was paying attention to his movements and managed to save his eyebrows.

"Young Master San is truly fearless, daring to do anything," Hei Xiazi said, lifting him up.

The commotion on this side was quite loud, attracting the attention of the people who were comforting the children on the other side. When Panzi saw that something had happened to Wuxie, he quickly came over to check.

He kicked the protruding rock on the ground again, saw the key inserted next to it, and understood what was going on. He reached out and took out the rock, and a scroll fell out.

The figure in the painting is quite familiar; it is none other than a portrait of Ling Xiao.

This aroused Pan Zixin's suspicion. He glanced at Ling Xiao and then handed the painting to Xie Yuhua.