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

“My child and I don’t have a son as big as you.” Xie Yuhua glanced at Cheng Yu indifferently and then stopped talking to him.

Wu Xie and the others had probably been struggling for quite a while, but they still couldn't find a way to solve the puzzle, so they decided to give up for the time being and gather together to rest for a while.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was too oppressive, the fat man lit a cigarette and started smoking. Wu Xie also asked him for one, and how could such a thing be left out of Hei Xiazi's turn? The group quickly turned the corridor into a smoking area.

Through the hazy smoke, the fat man wiped his eyes and said, "I still remember asking Lingzi when he got addicted to smoking. You know what he told your Fatty back then."

The fat man smiled, seemingly recalling something: "He said he had never touched this kind of thing before. It was only after he had been overwhelmed by thinking about things that he started using it."

The fat man seemed to see Ling Xiao's figure in his mind. He remembered him saying, "I know that thinking can be distressing. You know I just can't stop thinking. Thinking too much is also a kind of distress."

So sometimes I decide to smoke a cigarette to relieve stress. That way, while I'm smoking, I can think about why smoking relieves stress. When I feel the nicotine entering my lungs, all I'm focused on is breathing. Briefly forgetting everything else can make me feel much better; at least I don't have to think so much.

"Do you think Lingzi will come back?" Wu Xie flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked in a low voice, avoiding Xie Yuhua and the others.

“Young Master is the self-preservation type, he puts himself in a life-or-death situation and then survives. With our meager skills, we’ll only ever be tomb raiders in this lifetime!” Black Bear kicked a stone, and Wu Xie could hardly tell that he was also somewhat annoyed.

Wu Xie took out the group photo again, shining a flashlight on it to examine it closely, trying to find some clues.

"What is this?" Wu Xie noticed a line of small print under the photo. Because it was written in black ink and there was a dark green garment behind it, the print was blurry and difficult to read, so he didn't notice it for a moment.

He looked closely at the flashlight beam and then vaguely pieced together: Xisha Archaeological Team, Li Si's souvenir.

How could this be? He glanced at the young man and Wu Xie realized a possibility: everyone from the underwater tomb had gathered here.

Why did Uncle San insist that Ling Xiao come here, even though Ling Xiao had refused multiple times? Was it because not everyone was present? Wu Xie couldn't understand, but he didn't say it aloud. Ling Xiao was already dead; this couldn't have been something Uncle San had orchestrated, could it?

While he was in a daze, he choked on the smoke and began to cough violently, leaning against the wall, until he coughed up blood.

Panzi quickly handed him a handkerchief and helped him sit down, while Xieyuhua, Xiaoge, and Heixiazi exchanged glances.

Isn't that the coughing sound that came from the wall just now?

But how could the sound from behind travel to the front? I've never heard of an echo coming from behind, unless time here flows backward.

Jieyuhua glanced at her watch and found that the time on it had stopped working at some point. The stopwatch kept ticking back and forth, but except for that one second, it never jumped to the next tick.

"There doesn't seem to be any time here," Xie Yuhua said, looking around.

Cheng Yu also picked up his watch and found that it was indeed the same situation.

"No time? We've never had time, what's the big deal?" The fat man clearly didn't understand what he meant.