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

Jieyuhua was combing Lingxiao's hair. The child's hair had turned completely black, but while combing, she found a white hair, which wasn't there yesterday. She was so frightened that she quickly told Lingxiao.

Perhaps it's because Wu Xie has been telling them strange stories lately, making him feel that Ling Xiao will get a year older every day, which inevitably makes him a bit of a worrier.

Ling Xiao comforted him, saying that any reaction was normal for the time being, but the situation he was worried about would not occur, and Xie Yuhua then gave up.

The two of them ate dinner indoors. Ling Xiao hadn't fully recovered and wasn't feeling well. Thinking about having to deal with Chen Wenjin the next day, he went to bed early.

The courtyard house uses a traditional old-fashioned heated kang bed. Cheng Yu always keeps the house warm. However, Ling Xiao, after being reborn, is much more delicate than before. His nose gets so dry in the middle of the night that he can't breathe. But in winter, he doesn't dare not turn off the kang bed. Jie Yuhua poured him some hot water, put a towel on his face, and coaxed him not to sleep here tomorrow. She held him and told him stories. She held him all night before he finally fell asleep.

The next day, Wu Sansheng arrived early with Chen Wenjin. The once robust Uncle Sansheng looked much thinner that night, and his dark circles had deepened. Cheng Yu made him a bowl of noodles without apologizing, but Wu Sansheng ate it willingly, smiling. Just as he opened his mouth, he glanced sideways at Cheng Yu, who coldly said, "No drugs were added." Only then did he quickly start eating.

"Didn't you say you were going to sign the contract? Why haven't those two guys come out yet?" Wu Sansheng said while picking at his food.

"Newlyweds, and the couple hasn't seen each other for a month. Are you going to act like a wicked mother-in-law?" The fat man couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Third Uncle, why don't we just let this matter go..." Wu Xie advised. He hadn't slept a wink last night, tossing and turning in thought for a long time. He had personally witnessed how much suffering Ling Xiao had endured. Things he didn't understand before were now easy to understand after thinking about them again. After he watched that videotape, his Third Uncle told him a lot of things that he had found hard to accept at the time.

To put it simply, he felt a sense of being manipulated, of being used as a pawn by the person he trusted most. It was a painful, knife-like pain that he couldn't face, so he chose to run away. It wasn't until Hei Xiazi found him and asked him if he really didn't know all along, or if he was pretending to be ignorant. He was about to refute it, but when Hei Xiazi asked him if he didn't know how many troubles Ling Xiao had helped him resolve, he fell silent.

Upon closer reflection, he realized that some things were not so coincidental. Every time he escaped death in the tomb, the person who helped him was Ling Xiao. He had never even seen a shadow of the Wang family that his third uncle mentioned. Later, he asked his second uncle, who remained silent for a while before telling him that the Wang family had been hiding recently, as if someone was trying to capture them, and that the disappearance rate was very high.

Comparing the timelines, Wu Xie would never believe that any of this had anything to do with Ling Xiao, since he had also been to the lab.

The reason he agreed to Wu Sansheng's approach was that he implicitly believed this path was a shortcut. They didn't have to take such risks; wouldn't it have been better for everyone to follow a predetermined route? Ling Xiao had done so much precisely to make their path easier, hadn't he?

But why?

Why should Wu Xie's path be paved with Ling Xiao's blood and tears? Wasn't his life already priced by Uncle Three from the very beginning? He should have broken free on his own!

How could he let others bear the burdens that he himself should carry?