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

When the two were halfway through their run, Ling Xiao suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Wu Xie crashed into him. Just as Wu Xie was about to cry out, Ling Xiao covered his mouth, signaling him to be quiet.

Wu Xie saw that the people ahead were the ones they were following. Lao Yang was panting heavily behind them. When he saw Wu Xie and Ling Xiao stop, he wanted to say something, but a look from Ling Xiao made him swallow his words.

His eyes were like those of an Asura from hell, icy cold and filled with malevolence and murderous intent. Lao Yang felt that if he uttered even a single syllable, he would be sent back to his homeland in the next second...

Wu Xie sensed a change in the air pressure around him and turned to ask Ling Xiao, "Ling Zi, why do I suddenly feel a chill?"

Ling Xiao smiled gently at him and said, "Are you not dressed warmly enough? It's like this in the mountains; it gets colder when the wind blows." He acted so perfectly that no one could see through his act, as if he wasn't the one who had given Lao Yang that look just now.

Lao Yang swallowed hard, his eyes darting left and right, seemingly lost in thought.

The three followed into the scenic area. Lao Yang, fearing they would be discovered by the group, suggested they walk through the bushes on the side. Ling Xiao frowned as he looked at the bushes full of sharp weeds, but still followed them in.

However, to avoid getting scratched by the weeds, he pretended to be scared and pulled Lao Yang to clear the way for him. Lao Yang was also trying hard to figure out when he had offended this guy, but he couldn't come up with a conclusion no matter how hard he thought about it.

They walked until nightfall, when the group finally stopped. Old Yang collapsed to the ground, exhausted. His exposed skin was cracked all over. He gasped for breath and said, "I can't go on! I can't go on! Let's give up! Everyone dig their own holes."

Seeing that Lao Yang was almost dead, Wu Xie gave him some water.

Ling Xiao got a little grumpy when he heard Lao Yang's words: "How can you give up like that?"

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from near the bushes. Ling Xiao quickly covered Wu Xie and Lao Yang's mouths, signaling them not to speak.

Seeing that the two of them stopped talking, Ling Xiao wiped his hands and then put them into his sleeves...

The conversation between the group indicated that Boss Li possessed a book called "Hemu Collection," which contained records of various tombs, essentially serving as a living map.

Ling Xiao glanced at the man called "Master Liang" and thought that this might be Master Liang. But something about Master Liang seemed off. He then looked at Boss Wang and noticed that he had gained some weight. Ling Xiao inexplicably linked him with Fatty Wang in a dreamlike way, and it felt somewhat incongruous.

Before the group could finish speaking, the patrol team arrived, scaring them into running away. Old Yang, who had been listening, felt a strong urge to go to that place, which was even better than the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum. Seeing them run away, Old Yang asked, "Should we... chase after them?"

Wu Xie shook his head and said, "Let's head into the woods first. The patrol team is coming. Tomorrow we'll just follow their footprints!"

Ling Xiao nodded. Just as Lao Yang was about to say something, Ling Xiao stuffed something hard into his mouth. Lao Yang bit down on it and found it was a rock.

Before Lao Yang could resist, Ling Xiao dragged him into the woods.

The three watched the patrol team's flashlight beams disappear into the distance before Wu Xie finally spoke.

Wu Xie suggested, "Let's find a place to stay for the night, and then go further in tomorrow. We're from out of town, and we won't be able to explain if we get caught."

Lao Yang: "Ugh...ugh...ugh"