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

Chapter 664 Symbiosis

Wu Xie called Fatty, but Fatty said that Xiao Ge could only be taken back by Master Hua. He heard that Hei Xiazi was being followed and wouldn't be back for a while, so he couldn't do anything about it. Therefore, at this stage, only Master Hua and Ling Xiao might know about Xiao Ge's background.

Seeing that Wuxie was still hesitating, the fat man joked, "What use is this bell to him? He should go find your third uncle. He's the one who contacted him, and knowing your third uncle's personality, he'll naturally know where he came from."

Wu Xie sighed slightly and packed the young man into a taxi after he woke up.

"Where to?" the young man asked, his long, slender fingers gripping the seatbelt tightly.

"Go home." Only after hearing Wu Xie say these two words did the young man finally let go of his hand, but this word was truly unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that it seemed unattainable.

Seeing that Xie Yuhua was no longer as close to him as before, but just silently sitting in the main seat drinking tea, Wu Xie's nails dug into his palms, and the backpack straps made a burning pain on his shoulder blades.

The light and shadow of the revolving lantern swept across Xie Yuchen's eyebrows, creating a boundary between light and shadow on his beautiful face. He suddenly remembered the time when he came to the Xie family to celebrate a birthday with his third uncle. In the instant when Xie Yuhua, with her flowing sleeves on the stage, overlapped with the person in front of him, the stench of tomb raiding and rouge wafted over the air below the stage.

"That box..." He was cut off before he could finish speaking, and the young man collapsed to the ground, his knees hitting the blue brick floor hard. He wanted to find a safe corner to protect himself, so he curled up under the nearest octagonal table, shivering. His damp raincoat left winding water trails on the ground, like a snake that had molted halfway and whose scales were stuck.

Wu Xie hurried to help the young man, afraid that he might bump into something. He turned around to look for some painkillers in his bag, but Guan Yuhua seemed not to see anything, drinking her tea expressionlessly and saying in a light tone, "How pitiful, even his sense of pain is confused."

“Ling Xiao…” Wu Xie was a little confused. Xiao Hua’s current appearance was exactly the same as Ling Xiao’s appearance back then.

Xie Yuhua couldn't bear to see Wu Xie mention Ling Xiao's name. A cold light flashed at his fingertips, and before Wu Xie could stop him, a three-inch-long silver needle had already pierced into the back of Xiao Ge's neck. "This is a soul-stabilizing needle used to suppress corpses in the Han Dynasty. It can temporarily pin down his rampaging memories."

"How can you use a corpse-suppressing device on a living person! Are you crazy! Pull it out of his body right now!" Wu Xie immediately became anxious.

The bronze incense burner in the study seemed to be buzzing, and the smoke emanating from the eyes of the dragon-head on the lid resembled some kind of viscous liquid. Wu Xie's backpack trembled violently, resonating with the smoke, and was clearly becoming uncontrollable.

“I see.” Jieyuhua glanced at the schoolbag that was trembling behind Wuxie, and suddenly threw out the Emei Dagger, shattering the gilded birdcage hanging from the roof beam. Amidst the sky full of canary feathers, the hidden compartment burst open, revealing a bronze tree branch inlaid with eyeballs—almost exactly the same as the one deep in the Snake Swamp Altar.

The young man's pupils suddenly contracted into vertical lines, and the Soul-Stabilizing Needle was bent by the pressure of his muscles.

"Symbiotic System." Jieyuhua pierced her own tiger's mouth with a silver needle, and beads of blood instantly flowed out, filling half a cup, which she then gave to the young man to drink.

“The Queen Mother of the West’s test subjects were never crested snakes, but bronze living containers that could hold memories.” He wrapped his blood-stained hands with a handkerchief, glanced at the gradually quieting young man, and said, “Young man… is probably the most perfect host.”

The noise inside the backpack suddenly stopped, and Wu Xie suddenly remembered the bronze fragments that had burrowed into Xiao Ge's wounds when he was unconscious at the altar.

“Now, tell me where the box is?” he turned to Wuxie, trying to entice him.