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

The person who was mistaken for Ling Xiao said rather shyly in broken Chinese, "I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else."

"How could this be, Lingzi? What kind of trick is this now?" Wu Xie clearly didn't believe it, but Cheng Yu had already typed the words away.

Hei Xiazi gently touched Wu Xie's shoulder, shook his head at him, and then waved his phone at him.

Wu Xie's eyes slowly brightened. He nodded and immediately dialed Xie Yuhua's number to ask where he was. But the answer disappointed him. Xie Yuhua was with Ling Xiao at the moment. So who was the person in front of him?

Could it be like those Ling Xiaos before? An illusion? He grabbed a handful of black bears, but the black bears whispered to him that he hadn't been affected; this person really wasn't Ling Xiao.

Wu Xie's scalp tingled instantly. Two Ling Xiaos—this was even more terrifying than an illusion. He asked, somewhat out of control, "Who exactly are you?!"

The man being questioned wasn't annoyed. He just scratched his head and introduced himself: "My name is Sang Yi, and I'm the son of the owner here. I'm sorry I look like your friend, but I've lived here since I was little. My mother never told me that I was adopted or that I had any lost siblings. Of course, if I did, I don't think she would have told me."

Upon hearing Sang Yi's words, everyone lowered their heads in unison. One of the mercenaries brought by Aning also said frankly, "Your Chinese is really not as good as mine, a foreigner."

Wu Xie's tense shoulders visibly relaxed. He took a deep breath, suppressing the absurd sense of horror in his heart, and began to carefully question Sang Yi as if conducting a background check: her birth date, childhood playmates, and even the names of nearby mountains... Although Sang Yi's Chinese was not fluent, her answers were stumbling but exceptionally clear, and every place name and person name carried a sense of authenticity from the earth.

Seeing that Sang Yi hadn't returned for a while, the proprietress followed him with some concern. Hearing the misunderstanding, she laughed heartily, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothing out: "Oh my, what a coincidence! What a pity, I only have one mischievous monkey like Sang Yi. If I really had an identical brother wandering around, next time you come, I'll definitely adopt him as my godson, so that the resemblance can be fulfilled!"

The proprietress's warmth and openness dispelled the last vestiges of gloom like sunshine. Wu Xie was completely relieved, even feeling a little embarrassed about his lapse in composure. He quickly pulled out his phone, found Ling Xiao's photo in his album, and handed it to the proprietress and Sang Yi: "Look, this is my friend, Ling Zi. Isn't he... practically a carbon copy?"

The proprietress leaned closer for a closer look and exclaimed in amazement, "Oh my goodness! Those eyebrows, that nose... it's so similar! It's uncanny! If I didn't know that Sangyi came out of my belly, I would have doubted it!" She then carefully compared her son with the photo, "But upon closer inspection, there are still some differences. Your friend's eyes, although gentle, are still... like an eagle on the grassland. Our Sangyi, on the other hand, is more honest and simple, like a plump sheep on the grassland." She patted Sangyi's back affectionately.

Sanyi looked at the photo curiously, a mixture of surprise and shyness on her face. She nodded, "Yes...it looks a lot like him. He...looks impressive." Her tone was pure and unadulterated in her assessment.

Seeing the mother and son's comments, Wu Xie couldn't help but look at Ling Xiao's photo several times with a puzzled expression. An eagle? Where did they get that from?