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

Wu Xie went to Golmud alone in the end, but he didn't see anyone there. However, his description matched what his third uncle had told him, so it seems that his third uncle really told the truth this time.

Wu Xie walked into the basement, the lighter in his hand already burning hot. Heaven knows there wasn't even a light in this basement; he should have brought a flashlight.

The basement was very dusty, with a thick layer of dust on the table, and several centipedes were crawling on it. Wu Xie was a little scared of this, but fortunately, these were normal little centipedes.

With a gentle sweep, Wu Xie began a new round of exploration. Papers were scattered on the table, and moving them stirred up clouds of dust. Wu Xie choked a few times before slowly shaking the papers away.

The papers were yellowed and covered with numbers he couldn't understand. Flipping through them revealed a jumble of random scribbles, which appeared to be sketches drawn by Huo Ling with a ballpoint pen.

After searching through several pages, Wu Xie found nothing like this. He wondered what Huo Ling had drawn, wondering if she had been forced into becoming an abstract painter because she hadn't been exposed to the outside world for a long time. What was she drawing? A jumble of messy lines and a picture that looked like a fox spirit.

After searching for a long time, Wuxie found nothing useful but a pile of broken paintings. Frustrated, he yanked hard on the drawer below.

The drawer was probably quite old; it opened a little with just a tug. However, it was locked, so Wuxie couldn't open it for the time being, but that didn't stop him from feeling that the contents inside were heavy.

This excited Wu Xie, who thought that this trip had not been in vain. He then began to look for tools to pick the lock.

There wasn't much handy around, the only thing that could help him was an iron clothes hanger. It was already rusty, but that didn't stop Wuxie from hanging it on the lock. He tried all sorts of tricks and actually managed to open the drawer.

Wu Xie shone the light on it with a lighter and found it was indeed a woman's drawer. It didn't look like it had any practical value, so she must have taken everything with her when she left. All that was left was a wooden comb, a powder compact-like makeup box, a magazine called "Contemporary Cinema," a black metal hair clip, and many empty envelopes and photo albums.

Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief, patiently and carefully opened all the envelopes, and thoroughly examined the magazine, but found nothing.

The cold air was already swirling up from the surroundings. Wu Xie cursed under his breath, thinking that someone like Huo Ling probably wouldn't leave any usable clues.

Wu Xie rallied his spirits and turned his attention to the opposite side. This drawer belonged to Huo Ling, so surely the one opposite didn't. He refused to believe it. If Ling Xiao's diary could be found under the mattress, how could someone else not have left something behind?

Wu Xie picked up the clothes hanger again, but this time it wasn't as difficult. He pulled out a drawer, opened it, and stuffed the clothes hanger back in. With that, the lock couldn't hold up.

This drawer was a stark contrast to Huo Ling's. Huo Ling's drawer was a mess, while this drawer was spotless, because there was nothing inside except for an envelope.

The envelope was bulging, and Wu Xie became suspicious. It looked like it was waiting for someone to open it! It was obviously placed here on purpose. Could it be that Uncle San had arranged it in advance? Thinking this, Wu Xie still took out the envelope.