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

"What's wrong with you?" After saying that, Xie Yuhua gave Wu Xie a chop to the neck and told Cheng Yu to take him back to his room.

This time, Wu Xie was no longer in the same room as Xiao Ge, which was a form of house arrest. It seemed that everyone thought he had become abnormal, just like Xiao Hua before. Only then did he realize that he had become confused.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Now, whenever he steps out of the house, all sorts of servants will either sweep the floor to send him back, or sprinkle water, or serve him meals on time. They even have two bodyguards stationed at his room door at night. In short, they can't call him out.

Several days passed in this way, and just when he felt that he had finally settled down and stopped going out, Jieyuhua came to his room.

"Xiao Hua, I didn't mean it... I really thought you weren't the real one..." Wu Xie pursed his lips, and in Jie Yu Hua's expressionless face, all explanations seemed pale.

“A-Ning is dead.” Xie Yuhua’s voice was low and hoarse as she interrupted him.

“All of this… what? Aning… is dead?” Wuxie took two steps back and slumped into the chair. “How could this be? She even survived being bitten by a snake.” Wuxie muttered to himself again.

"Yes, how could that be? It was just a small puddle, a puddle that even a child could step in, and she drowned." Jieyuhua looked at Wuxie with sarcasm.

Just as Wu Xie was unable to accept the news, Xie Yuhua grabbed his clothes and pulled him up, asking, "So, why? Why can you main characters live well while we supporting characters deserve to die!"

"Ling..." Wu Xie hadn't even finished speaking when his neck was grabbed.

"Oh dear! You guessed right! Too bad there's no reward." Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

With that, Ling Xiao suddenly swung his hand and threw the person in his hand hard to the ground. There was a muffled "thud" as Wu Xie fell heavily to the ground, letting out a painful groan.

Then, an oppressive feeling as heavy as a mountain slowly approached Wu Xie.

“A-Ning is dead, my guide has sacrificed himself, what should we do? How about you come with me as a guide? Let’s see if Heaven will take care of you. It’s 6 p.m. now, I’ll give you 4 hours to see if someone comes to rescue you, okay?” Ling Xiao took out a piece of duct tape and taped it around Wu Xie’s mouth.

After doing all this, he didn't stop. Instead, he quickly picked up a rope and tightly bound Wu Xie's hands together. Wu Xie tried to struggle, but his strength was far inferior to his opponent's, and he could only watch helplessly as he was bound.

Ling Xiao dragged the person into the bathtub and thoughtfully filled it with cold water.

Then, Ling Xiao pulled a sharp knife from his pocket and, without hesitation, slashed Wu Xie's wrist. Blood immediately gushed from the wound, flowing down Wu Xie's arm and dripping onto the ground, forming a pool of scarlet blood.

"Ta-da! You'll lose blood in four hours. Severe ischemia will cause symptoms like nausea and dizziness. Don't be afraid, you'll just slip into the water and won't be able to call for help because you'll be too weak."

"Now, it's your turn. If you're still alive in four hours, I'll forgive what you've done. If the small world restarts... then we'll meet again in the next life." Ling Xiao pulled Wu Xie's head down again, making his nasal cavity experience water entering it once more.