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

"I've never seen anyone so recklessly drawn to a flame... Hiss... Wait a minute, I feel like I've forgotten something?" Black Bear seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Moths to a flame... moths to a flame..." Black Bear kept repeating, then he suddenly slapped his leg and shouted, "Damn it! Dumb!" Then he ran towards the room behind him.

Jieyuhua followed him out. He probably understood what Heixiazi meant by "moths flying into a flame," which was what he was worried about. However, he went in the direction of Wuxie's room. He knew how special Wuxie was. If the child really wanted to die together with him, then the one who would do it would definitely be Wuxie.

Sure enough, when he found Wu Xie, Wu Xie was already on the verge of death. The wounds on his hands had turned white from being soaked in the water, and he was completely submerged in a pool of blood. The blood had even reached his nasal cavity, and he was on the verge of floating.

Unfortunately, the protagonist is the protagonist, and he always manages to stay alive when he is rescued.

Ling Xiao watched as Wu Xie was dragged away by the ambulance, but a slight smile appeared on his lips. He knew that Wu Xie would not die.

Wu Xie regained consciousness amidst the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The rhythmic hum of the ventilator pierced his eardrums, and the green light of the electrocardiogram flickered before his eyes. With each breath, a dull, piercing pain shot through his chest; he knew this was due to water entering his lungs.

But the thought of choking on water made him have difficulty breathing, and his hands struggled to grasp something in the air.

"The patient is showing signs of delirium! Prepare sedatives!"

The blurry figures of the people in white coats swayed around him. He saw Ling Xiao's Emei dagger pressed against his carotid artery, its cold tip already embedded in his skin.

"Is Ling Xiao really gone?" The face of my third uncle reappeared in my memory.

He still didn't understand why his third uncle reacted so strongly to the news of Ling Xiao's death, keeping him busy for several days until that night when he said, "The phoenix has returned to its nest." Before Wu Xie could figure out what that meant, his third uncle disappeared again.

Later, he heard that his third uncle and A-Ning were going to travel together. He didn't really want to go, but he wanted to know what those words meant, so he went along.

The memories in my mind are disjointed, but those images, soaked in blood, keep replaying with the alarm of the electrocardiogram monitor.

"A bell..." Wu Xie heard his hoarse voice echoing in the ICU, "It's the Wang family..."

As the pain pump started operating, he noticed the ceiling lights suddenly twisting into vines resembling those of a ghostly city in a snake swamp. A pheasant's scarlet forked tongue licked its eyelids, and his third uncle's mud-covered hand emerged from the ground, clutching half a yellowed engineering drawing.

"The patient's blood oxygen level has dropped!"

In the chaos, it felt as if a cold hand covered his mouth and nose. The faint scent of sandalwood emanating from Xie Yuchen filled his nostrils, and the jade prayer beads on his wrist made his cheekbone ache. He recalled the room where he and his brother had been trapped late that night.

As the breathing mask fogged up, he heard the bronze bell vibrating in the void. That unique infrasound frequency pierced the barrier of the sedative, slicing his memories into sharp prisms. Each fragment reflected a different truth: the morning Ling Xiao smiled at him with a cup of coffee, the playful promise to go to the temple to fulfill a vow, the life-or-death rescue, and the act of personally cutting his wrist and dragging him into the water.

“Hallucinations…it’s all a hallucination…” Wu Xie curled up in the corner of the hospital bed, staring at the dark red blood returning through the IV tube. The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the window meandered in the moonlight, suddenly twisting into the shape of Ling Xiao. His fingers pierced through the glass, and the auditory hallucination of the bronze bell resonated with the alarm of the monitor, creating a buzzing sound inside his skull.

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A note from the author: Pu Pu is updating, but she has been really sick these days, getting injections for five or six hours every day, which is exhausting. She has had to stop updating for a few days, and she is very sorry. She also wants her readers to take precautions, as the flu is rampant lately.