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

Almost simultaneously with Aning's departure, two figures suddenly surrounded Wuxie; they were Hei Xiazi and Fatty.

The fat man's chubby face, which usually wore a slick smile, was now taut, and his small eyes shone with unprecedented seriousness and worry, even a hint of anger at being deceived.

"Naive! You fucking tell me the truth!" The fat man's voice was urgent and deep, his spittle almost hitting Wu Xie's face. "What have you been hiding from us?!"

Ling Xiao, with his eight hundred cunning schemes, always keeps things from us, and now you're doing the same? Can't you learn something good?!

Wu Xie gave a faint smile and said, "I didn't mean to hide it. I got a notebook from inside, and there's a route in it..." Wu Xie then roughly described the contents of the notebook.

“This notebook belongs to Chen Yunjin. There’s a blank space between it and Tamutuo. Uncle San definitely knows about this. Maybe he showed me the video because he had planned to send me to this place, but for some reason he canceled the plan. Now that A-Ning has brought it out, it’s hard not to believe that Uncle San wasn’t involved. Maybe he deliberately sent me to Tamutuo, but A-Ning clearly wants Ling Xiao to do it.” Wu Xie took a deep breath and slowly said, “That’s why I haven’t said this out loud.”

The fat man's anger was instantly replaced by utter astonishment. His grip on Wu Xie's arm loosened slightly, and his small eyes widened in disbelief: "Chen Yunjin?! Tamutuo?! Wu Sansheng... Damn! I knew this wasn't so simple! That old fox was definitely up to something again!" He slapped his thigh hard, making a sharp "smack" sound, his face a mixture of sudden realization and the frustration of being outmaneuvered. "So that old fox showed you the videotape as bait? And now that woman, Aning, is reeling you in with her fishing rod? This is... a complete trap!"

He paced around in a panic, like a restless caged beast: "Tianzhen, tianzhen, why didn't you say something so important sooner?! Where's the notebook? Show it to me, Fatty! What does that blank space mean? What kind of hellish place is that old fox trying to lead you to? Tamutuo... why does that sound so creepy to me!"

The fat man bombarded Wu Xie with questions, spitting all over his face. Caught up in his agitation, Wu Xie felt a wave of fear and grievance. "I didn't mean to hide it! I... I just think this is too suspicious! Uncle's plan was canceled halfway through, and now A-Ning has brought it up again, even involving Chen Yunjin's notes... I just feel something's not right! And," he paused, his voice lowering, tinged with a barely perceptible bitterness and wariness, "you saw A-Ning's attitude too. She clearly prefers Ling Xiao to get involved. I wonder if Uncle instructed her to do so, after all, the notes A-Ning initially produced weren't unusual. I..."

"Young Master probably thought of this from the beginning, so he left with Master Hua early on, clearly not wanting to get involved," Hei Xiazi said from the side. Ling Xiao is such a shrewd person, he probably saw through this trap long ago. Judging from this, the burning of the house was probably his deliberate act. He can still have so much peace and quiet. No wonder he's the young master, he's really rolling in money.

The fat man was still pacing around, his face flushed, spitting as he recounted Wu Sansheng's cunning and A Ning's sinister intentions, while Wu Xie was immersed in the bitterness and doubt of being schemed against. Just then, Hei Xiazi, who had been silently listening, suddenly spoke up in an almost calm tone, yet with a chilling insight:

"Young Master probably thought of this from the beginning, so he took Master Hua away early on, clearly not wanting to get involved in this mess."

These words were like a cold bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through Wu Xie and Fatty's chaotic thoughts.

The fat man abruptly stopped, his small eyes widening and his mouth slightly agape, as if he had suddenly been choked: "What? You mean... that little brat Ling Zi already saw through this trap?"

Black Bear's lips curled into a faint, cold smile, like mockery, or perhaps a knowing smile. He slowly pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, put one in his mouth, but didn't light it. He simply ground the cigarette butt lightly with his teeth, his gaze behind his sunglasses seeming to pierce through the chaos before him, landing on something much further away.

"Didn't you say it yourself, that the young master is a very shrewd person?" Hei Xiazi's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck their hearts clearly. "Those eight hundred cunning schemes, were they for nothing? Think about it, when A Ning came to our door with the notes, that in itself was sinister. Wu Sansheng's plan, Chen Yunjin's route, Tamutuo... all these keywords put together, in the young master's eyes, what's the difference between that and a trap clearly written on it?"