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

Cheng Yu's words were like a needle chilled to ice, piercing Wu Xie's heart with precision and ruthlessness, causing his already taut nerves to twitch violently, and one could almost hear the groan of that string about to snap.

Rationally, he understood that Xiao Ge's decision was correct, and Hei Xiazi's interpretation was also accurate. Going directly to Tamutuo, bypassing Golmud—a known trap (or rather, a ruin whose core value he had already emptied)—and heading straight for the core of the puzzle, was indeed the optimal solution to unravel Uncle San's scheme. The Golmud connection had essentially been severed the moment he obtained Chen Yunjin's notes; going there again would be futile.

But… how could he tell Aning? This thought gnawed at him like a venomous snake. Could it really be like that absurd and desperate fantasy in his mind—walking over and bluntly stating, “Hey, Aning, sorry, we’re not going to Golmud anymore, we’re going straight to Tamutuo, because I… oh no, I ‘coincidentally’ got Chen Yunjin’s notes from Golmud, and the directions in them seem to favor us going to Tamutuo”?

Heh! Wu Xie let out a silent, self-deprecating laugh in his heart. If A Ning could remain calm and not directly snatch the notebook after hearing this, he, Wu Xie, would change his mind! He knew that woman's inherent domineering and controlling nature all too well. Revealing the notebook would be tantamount to completely handing over the initiative, and might even directly trigger a conflict!

What made his scalp tingle even more than the confrontation was—"What if Aning is determined to leave in three days and head straight for Tamutuo? We don't have any equipment at all!" Wuxie unconsciously tugged at his hair, as if trying to rip out all his pitiful anxiety from the roots. "Is there some kind of curse on these three days? Why is it set at three days? At least in Golmud, we can prepare some gas masks and basic medicines based on previous information! But Tamutuo? Where is that godforsaken place? Desert? Rainforest? Plateau? Snow mountain? Who knows what's in the blank area in between! Aning can prepare supplies, but with her personality, can we trust what she prepares? She's absolutely unreliable in a critical moment! We can't just go empty-handed to fill that 'blank,' can we?!"

He spoke with increasing urgency, his voice trembling. Without proper equipment, what difference was there between that and suicide in that unknown, perilous place? He had almost perished from the toxic air in Golmud; what lay hidden in the "blank" of Tamutuo? He dared not even imagine! Three days! Only three days! Even if he knew what he needed, could he possibly gather it in time? Could he even buy truly useful equipment on the market?

Wu Xie felt like he was about to be crushed by this double pressure. Just as he was on the verge of collapse, Fatty also said with a worried look, "What are we going to do? If we don't leave for three days, how can she carry Fatty along? I say, Tianzhen, you're really anxious. Is the poison in Golmud still not cured?"

"No, no, I need to use technology to find out what Tamutuo is all about." Wuxie said, running back into the house to find his laptop.

"Look at how energetic he is! Dumb Zhang, the living map has failed, hasn't it?" Hei Xiazi nudged Xiao Ge with his elbow as he watched Wu Xie rush back into the house.

The young man walked away heartlessly, leaving Hei Xiazi clicking his tongue at his retreating figure. Cheng Yu reported everything that had happened to Ling Xiao without missing a single detail, and A Ning also received the news of the postponement of the plan.