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

"What are you thinking? Of course I can find him. Although the heavens are against it, I'm already prepared to fight to the death, so why take the initiative? Wouldn't that be too boring? It's more interesting to slowly boil him down and let him come to me on his own, isn't it?" A faint smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips, his tone revealing a sense of confidence and mockery.

"So now, do you still want to take me back?" Ling Xiao asked again.

Seeing that Hei Xiazi didn't speak, he walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Since there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I'm sorry I couldn't help you, young man. We'll meet again sometime." After saying that, he turned and brushed past Hei Xiazi.

Looking out of the alley, one could almost see the raindrops stretching out like thousands of golden threads in the neon lights. At that moment, a soft laugh mingled with the sound of rain echoed in his ears. Suddenly, Hei Xiazi pressed down on Ling Xiao's left shoulder.

“I’ve never told anyone that you taught me how to pick locks back then. You said that the biggest taboo in the tomb raiding business is to destroy everything.” Black Glasses’ Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, his words carrying a burning sensation. “Now, how come you’re the one who’s going to fight to the death? Is there really no other way out?”

Ling Xiao's steps faltered slightly. The puddles on the bluestone slab reflected half of his intact face, and the image of him that Hei Xiazi remembered emerged from the raindrops' shattered features.

"Blackie's ability to persuade and deceive is equally superb. Little brother, you're gifted. What? You have a bad memory too? We've only known each other for a year. You must be at least a hundred or eighty years old. Did I teach you how to pick locks when I was playing with the umbilical cord in my mother's belly? You should at least have some logic when you lie. I won't say anything about you lying to Xiaohua about my three lifetimes of karma with him. After all, no one can go back to their past life. But what you're saying... even a staged accident wouldn't be done like this..." Ling Xiao found it amusing. Blackie seemed to have changed quite a bit.

"Everything I said is true, it's just that you don't remember. Let's not talk about that now, young master. Live on, because only by living can you be with Master Hua."

Suddenly, the tinkling of bells echoed through the rain. Ling Xiao jerked to the side, and Hei Xiazi was already a step away from him, his damp fingertips brushing against the burns on Ling Xiao's neck: "I'll repay what Wu Sansheng owes you."

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, as if Hei Xiazi's words had thoroughly enraged him, and he immediately attacked.

Black Bear suddenly realized that he had misunderstood something and hurriedly said, "Even if you need to do something, I will do it for you. Why risk your life?"

"What makes you think you can atone for Wu Sansheng's sins? I never knew Blackie was so kind-hearted. Let me tell you, if Heaven doesn't allow it, even if we die together, I will tie Wuxie and Wu Sansheng to the grave. Even if we die, I will still be with Xiaohua. If I die, he won't live alone!"

The fight ripped through the rain curtain, and Ling Xiao crushed the bluestone slabs with a devastating crash. Amidst the flying pebbles, he spun and drew his Emei dagger, its cold light slicing through the opposing rain, but it stopped just before reaching Hei Xiazi's throat. Hei Xiazi made no attempt to dodge, as if he was certain Ling Xiao's thrust wouldn't land. Ling Xiao indeed had no intention of killing him, but once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. The thrust struck Hei Xiazi's left shoulder before Ling Xiao finally withdrew his hand and darted away from the alley.

Before leaving, he whispered in Black Bear's ear, "I've always been timid, so I always make sure to nip it in the bud."

Black Bear looked rather disheveled. He smiled bitterly and muttered, "I only wanted to help you. How could you not understand what I was thinking, young master? I didn't even ask for money."