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

Xie Yuhua's sudden vow was unexpected by everyone, even Ling Xiao was extremely surprised. He tried to cover Xie Yuhua's lips, but to no avail.

"Little Flower, Little Flower!" Wu Xie felt completely exhausted. He didn't know how long he had been climbing; every second felt incredibly long, as if the end would never come. Finally, he reached his destination and, with a hoarse voice that was almost unrecognizable, broke the silence of the space.

Upon finally spotting Jieyuhua, Wuxie plopped down on the ground. He was disheveled and covered in dirt and blood, his clothes were stained with dust and blood, his hair was plastered messily to his forehead, and his face was covered in sweat and dust.

Who would have thought that this place, which looks low, is actually so high! You wouldn't know that the right-angled slope is actually sloping at the top unless you look closely! Sloping!

And those stone steps are simply inhumanly designed. Was Wang Zanghai too idle? Not only did he design this place to be so secluded, but it's also extremely dangerous. The steps don't even have handrails! How did he climb them? Could he even have made it up by himself?

He felt that the stone steps swayed with each step he took, as if they might collapse at any moment. There was really no other choice but to hold on tightly to the steps and carefully climb up one step at a time.

His hands and clothes were severely worn. Every contact with the stone steps chafed his hands raw, and now you could see the yellow fat and white bone inside, mixed with black and red dust—the black being the dirt, and the red being his blood.

It was the medic in Aning's team who stitched up his wound and bandaged it up.

Wu Xie didn't quite understand the atmosphere. He could even see a hint of guilt on A Ning's face, and even Xiao Hua looked preoccupied.

"What are you all doing here? You've all come?" Ah Ning frowned as she looked at the figures at the entrance. It seemed she didn't know how many people had come in total.

"Fate brings us together from afar... It's just passing by, nothing more." The fat man, panting, grinned foolishly, showing his big teeth.

Wu Xie's eyes darted around, searching for the few people in A Ning's group and the small pile of corpses behind them. A chill ran down his spine. He wondered to himself, he didn't see his third uncle. Had he already met with misfortune? The more Wu Xie thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, worried that his third uncle might have been killed by A Ning and the others. His brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep worry and tension.

"Passing by what? Are you trying to fool these foreign devils?" A foreign mercenary pointed his gun directly at the fat man.

Ah Ning signaled that he was one of their own, and the foreigner put down his gun. Ah Ning then noticed that Wu Xie was looking at the area behind him, so she had someone carry someone out from behind.

The person was covered up completely, with their face mostly obscured except for their eyes.

Just as Wu Xie was about to ask her if this person was her third uncle, Pan Zi, who was standing far away, rushed over and ripped off the person's cover.

A haggard face was revealed, with sunken eyes and a stubble beard. Wu Xie didn't even recognize the person at first glance. He was just thinking about his third uncle. As he got closer, the resemblance became more and more obvious. The two looked alike, and he almost blurted out "Old thief!"

I don't know how I ended up looking like this, as if I've aged decades, and my hair has turned quite a bit white.

"You... abused him?" Wu Xie asked A Ning, somewhat stunned.

Wu Sansheng, true to form, managed to shout, "Nephew!" before fainting.