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

Jieyuhua didn't stop reciting. He remembered Lingxiao's words: "Sincerity brings results." If he stopped, wouldn't that be a lack of sincerity and a failure to complete the task halfway? He would just recite whatever Lingxiao gave him. He didn't even know how he got in, so he would just treat it all as a dream.

"You brat, do you think I'm bluffing you?! Stop right now, or you won't even get to see me one last time!" the monk shouted, seemingly driven to desperation.

"I don't care about you. You just have to keep reading. In seven days, at best he will be in a vegetative state, and at worst he will die. And remember, all of this is because of you!"

"It's all because of you!"

"all because of you!"

"because of you!"

The old monk's words seemed to haunt Jieyuhua like a demonic chant, endlessly echoing in her ears.

A sudden wave of dizziness swept over him, like a surging tide, completely engulfing Xie Yuhua. He felt the world spinning, his vision blurring, and he lost his balance.

To shake off this feeling of weakness, he suddenly sat up. At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, and his body was drenched in cold sweat. What surprised him even more was that he was actually sitting on his own bed.

A knocking sound rang out, but it was just a formality. The lock on the door was pried open with something that looked like a wire. Black Bear held up the wire-like object and whistled at the crack in the door, saying, "Xiangxi Miao silver has been soaked in corpse oil. Touching it will rot it to the bone."

Hei Xiazi put away the 'tool' in one hand and brought in the cup of soy milk in the other. Xie Yuhua reached under the pillow and wiped her face. Her gloomy expression cleared up instantly. The child's Emei dagger was now in his hand.

Then came the sound of metal tearing through silk from under the quilt. Black Bear immediately dodged the flying projectile and hung himself on a pillar. He looked at the half-cup of soy milk with a pained expression and said, "Why is Master Hua still so irritable after getting up? Look, it's all spilled."

“The second time.” Xie Yuhua got up from the bed, her bare feet stepping on the carpet he had laid out for the child. The bell on her wrist jingled with her movements. Her voice was still hoarse, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Black Bear climbed down from above, shaking the half-empty cup of soy milk in his hand, and said, "What do you mean, a second time? Old Mrs. Huo told me to come and see you. She said if you don't go to the hospital, the Xie family will have to switch to running a funeral home."

As he spoke, he pulled out a paper package from his pocket, inside which were still steaming hot, golden-yellow fried dough sticks. He placed the fried dough sticks and soy milk on the desk and said softly, "I know you're upset because of the young master's matter. Nobody feels the same way, but we have to stay alive first, right?" Then he raised his voice slightly and said, "This is the best pot of Guangheju. I got up early to queue up and buy it. It won't be crispy if it gets cold. The young master will blame me for not serving him well and deduct my wages."

The scene before me resembled the first month after the child went missing, when everyone had composed themselves except for him, who was being given extra care.

The "thank you" was uttered in a voice softer than the bell on his wrist. Black Bear, with his sharp ears, heard it and said, "If you really want to thank me, then give me more money!"

As a result, Hei Xiazi was eventually kicked out. This time, he couldn't even leave through the door. Before leaving, Xie Yuhua told him that he had to pay for a door and a window... What kind of nonsense is this!