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

Because Qi Mo had a fever, the group had to find temporary accommodation and wait for Qi Mo to recover before setting off again.

"Can I... follow you from now on?" Qi Mo tugged at Ling Xiao's sleeve.

"What?" Ling Xiao didn't quite understand why this child suddenly wanted to follow him. As if understanding his confusion, Qi Mo said, "I won't have parents anymore... If you don't want me, I'll have nowhere to go. Before you abandon me, I have to learn how to survive in this world, right?"

"I..." Ling Xiao was about to refuse him when he heard him say, "I'll give you money. I have money, I'll give it all to you. Don't refuse me."

Ling Xiao didn't say anything, slowly pulled his hand away, and left. No one knew what he was thinking, but when Qi's mother brought medicine to the child that evening, she discovered that Qi Mo had disappeared.

The entire Qi family went into a frenzy to find him. As the last person to see Qi Mo, Ling Xiao felt somewhat guilty. Since they had agreed not to let anything go wrong on this trip, he had to bring him back no matter what.

But where can this person go?

Ling Xiao went back to Qi Mo's room. He saw that the window was open, so he knew that the person had left through the window. But why did he leave? Was it because he rejected him? Did he feel that he might have no parents and no one to take care of him, so he simply found a grave and committed suicide?

Ling Xiao chuckled to himself as he thought about it. He reached under the blanket to check the temperature and see how long the person had been gone, but instead touched a book.

After lighting a candle, Ling Xiao took out the book and looked at it. The title was "Qi Family Knife Techniques," which had been torn off and re-pasted. Opening the book, one could see a page that had been read over and over again, with the ink seemingly stained by tears.

The text on it read something about the art of returning to life, and another titled "Defying Fate and Changing Destiny."

Ling Xiao knew that the child must be going to a place indicated in some book, to find a tomb? What kind of method to defy fate required finding a tomb?

Ling Xiao closed the book. He finally understood why Qi's father beat Qi Mo so often. Qi Mo had actually dared to disobey him under his very nose. He deserved to be beaten!

He then climbed out the window, intending to look for footprints or something, but unfortunately the ground was terribly dry! Thinking that Qi Mo would never know where the tomb was, and remembering what he had taught him about feng shui a couple of days ago, Ling Xiao was speechless. This kid really put his knowledge to good use!

Suppressing his emotions, he surveyed the surrounding terrain and quickly identified a target. However, this place was surrounded by gloom and was not a suitable burial site, but rather a place to nurture wandering spirits. He closed his eyes, thinking that if this kid was really in that spot, he could just wait to be hung upside down and beaten!

Surprisingly, when Ling Xiao arrived, Qi's mother was also there in front of the tomb, looking distraught. Upon seeing Ling Xiao, she quickly darted into a tomb-raiding hole and disappeared.

Ling Xiao sensed something was wrong and followed them down into the tomb. The fact that a tomb could be opened in such a place was definitely not a good omen. Judging from Qi's mother's appearance, she must have been possessed by some wandering ghost. Qi Mo was probably also in grave danger.

He took a tinderbox from his spatial storage and lit it. By the light, he could finally see what was inside. Xiao Qimo was gripping a short knife, his knuckles white from the force. The tomb passage was filled with the stench of decaying earth and corpses. The eerie green phosphorescent lights flickered on the stone walls, like countless pairs of peering eyes.

The door to the tomb chamber ahead was ajar, and a dark red light seeped out from the crack, like congealed blood. Ling's mother stood there, blocking Qi Mo's way, but Qi Mo had already opened the tomb door.

In the center of the tomb chamber, a vermilion-lacquered and gilded coffin gleamed with an eerie light. The coffin lid was painted with exquisite portraits of court ladies; the women's eyes were smiling, yet their lips held a subtle, chilling glint. Qi Mo, uncontrollably, stepped forward. Ignoring his mother's cries from behind, he didn't turn back, only inserting his short knife into the crack of the coffin lid and prying it open. A strength beyond a child's reach erupted at that moment, and with a piercing creak, the coffin slowly opened, releasing a pungent, foul stench.

Ling Xiao's speed was definitely slower than theirs, but even so, from a distance, one could see a woman in red lying in the coffin, with skin as white as snow and exquisite makeup, as if she were just asleep.

But in just a moment, the red-clad female corpse suddenly opened her eyes, a ghostly green light flashing in them, and her scarlet tongue shot out, heading straight for Qi Mo's face!

Qi Mo seemed rooted to the spot, utterly motionless. In the nick of time, Qi's mother, like a shadow, rushed forward, shielding Qi Mo behind her. The female corpse's long tongue coiled around Qi's mother's neck, and she struggled desperately, shouting to Qi Mo, "Run!"

Qi Mo clung tightly to his mother's clothes, refusing to leave. Seeing this, Ling Xiao snatched Qi Mo away. As Qi Mo walked away, a look of farewell flashed in Qi Mo's eyes. Suddenly, she hugged the red-clad female corpse and ran frantically towards the well in the corner of the tomb. Qi Mo stumbled and fell to the ground after Ling Xiao, watching helplessly as his mother and the red-clad female corpse plunged into the well together.

"Mother—" Qi Mo cried out in anguish, desperately scrambling to his feet and rushing to the well. He saw the churning water gradually subside, and his terrified face reflected on the surface. The tomb was deathly silent, except for Qi Mo's cries echoing in the empty space, lingering for a long time.