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

What's meant to happen will happen eventually. Even if Ling Xiao completely withdraws, A Ning's determination, Uncle San's scheme, Xiao Ge's guidance, and the invisible shackles on Wu Xie are like gears of fate, meshing together and pushing them toward the unknown abyss of Tamutuo.

Time flew by amidst Wu Xie's anxiety, Hei Xiazi's unpredictable "borrowing" of equipment, Xiao Ge's absolute silence, and A Ning's cold, suppressed anger.

The day of departure has finally arrived.

"Bah-"

The crisp sound of the can being opened was particularly pleasant in the quiet living room. White bubbles instantly surged out, carrying a refreshing coolness. Ling Xiao tilted his head back and took a big gulp; the icy bubbles burst on his tongue, stimulating and exhilarating. He sighed contentedly, as if he had completed a small ritual.

Xie Yuhua was sitting on the sofa not far away, reading the morning paper. Hearing the sound, she looked up. Seeing Ling Xiao opening a soda while looking at his phone, and noticing the relaxed and carefree look on his face, a knowing glint flashed in Xie Yuhua's eyes. She put down the newspaper and spoke gently, her tone soothing:

"Everything will be alright." Ling Xiao doesn't drink soda much, unless the water is cut off at home, so he thought that Ling Xiao's act of opening the soda was a way to ease his worries in a relaxed way.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao shook his head. He took the soda can and walked to the French windows. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating his handsome features. He gazed at the vibrant garden outside, his eyes clear and calm, without a trace of worry.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Ling Xiao’s voice was calm, with a detached and rational analysis. “With Xiao Ge and the blind man around, nothing will happen. In any case, the tomb will be blown up in the end anyway.”

He paused, turned around, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at Xie Yuhua. His brows furrowed slightly, and his usually smiling eyes now revealed a genuine and profound confusion.

"I just don't understand..." He shook the soda can in his hand, the liquid inside swaying gently with his movement, the bubbles making a soft sound, "What exactly is Brother Wu Sansheng's purpose in choosing him?"

Ling Xiao's gaze became distant and sharp. If he hadn't been able to return before, it wouldn't have mattered if they had proceeded according to the original plan. He could understand Wu Sansheng's changed attitude after he returned, but why was Xiao Ge acting this way? Since there was a better path available, why go through the trouble of cooperating with Wu Sansheng again?

Faced with this question, Xie Yuhua smiled, took a sip of coffee, and said, "It's probably because you are the uncertain factor."

Because it's so uncertain, because it's so uncontrollable, it's both fascinating and makes people wary.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't cooperate with him either. Someone like Ling Xiao can only be a teammate. That's why Wu Sansheng hasn't broken ties with him yet. If they became adversaries, even if he didn't die, he would still be badly hurt if Ling Xiao bit him.

Jieyuhua's voice was gentle, yet like a precise scalpel, dissecting the core. Lingxiao's existence was always like an unpredictable wildfire, capable of burning down Wu Sansheng's meticulously planned chessboard over many years, and also scorching the hands of those who tried to control fate. Xiao Ge's retreat from the "known chess game" of cooperating with Wu Sansheng was less a matter of trust and more a temporary avoidance of Lingxiao, this "unpredictable wildfire."

"Tch, in the end you still don't trust me." Ling Xiao took another big gulp of soda and threw the remaining can into the trash can.