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

"It's nothing. Did A-Ning say when she'll leave?" Wu Xie asked vaguely.

"Depart at noon sharp." The fat man handed him a bottle of water and then said, "Are you okay? You can give up if you're not."

"We can't give up." Wu Xie's reaction seemed a bit too strong, which startled the fat man. He comforted Wu Xie and said, "Okay, then you get ready."

Ah Ning was a woman of her word; she set off at exactly 12 o'clock. Wu Xie sat in the car, still thinking about the landlady's matter.

On the bus, Aning explained his planned route. After Wuxie came to his senses, he felt something was wrong. This route started from Dunhuang, exactly the same as the route in Chen Yunjin's notes. However, he figured that with Dingzhu Zhuoma around, it probably wouldn't be a problem.

One can only marvel at Jude Kao's immense power...

Wu Xie asked many more questions he was curious about along the way. Aning said that the person who mailed him the videotape was Dingzhu Zhuoma. He heard that in her recollection with Chen Yunjin, Chen Yunjin seemed to indicate that Tamutuo was Wang Zanghai's last stop.

At the time, she thought Chen Yunjin was looking for the Queen Mother of the West, and that place was called Ghost City, so she was afraid of the danger and didn't go.

Caucasus then explained the Queen Mother of the West to him, and Wu Xie realized that they were going to the ancient capital of the Queen Mother of the West's kingdom.

The Gobi Desert is not a pleasant place to stay at night. Wu Xie changed into the clothes that A Ning had prepared, and he found that his and Fatty's clothes and even belts were all 0.

It is said that Jude Kao translated this from a Warring States period silk manuscript, and he seemed to be really fascinated by this number.

The vehicle struggled forward through the long, cold night in the Gobi Desert, enduring a bumpy ride. As dawn broke, they finally reached a relatively smooth highway. At this point, the role of guide officially took over by Dingzhu Zhuoma and her silent daughter-in-law and grandson.

The vehicle stopped at a temporary rest stop to refill its water supply. Wu Xie opened the car door, stretching his stiff body; the slightly cool morning air invigorated him. He subconsciously glanced at the regrouping group—Dingzhuo Ma's family was in the lead vehicle, and Aning's men were checking their equipment…

His gaze, as if drawn by an invisible thread, unexpectedly fell upon the SUV that had just come to a stop at the end of the convoy.

The car door opened, and the first person to step out was the familiar, distressed proprietress. Her movements were somewhat slow, as if she hadn't slept all night. Immediately afterward, a figure wearing the same standard-issue windbreaker nimbly jumped out and was adjusting his cuffs.

It's Sanyi!

Wu Xie's breath caught in his throat for a moment, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head and freeze into ice in the next second.

Sangyi seemed to sense the intense gaze, raised her head, and her gaze pierced through the thin morning mist, shooting straight at Wuxie.

Eyes facing each other.

There was no flinching, no dodging, and none of the feigned cowardice or foolishness he had displayed before. His eyes were now a bottomless abyss, cold and sharp, carrying an undisguised scrutiny and…mockery? He even tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards into an almost imperceptible arc, as if silently greeting him, or perhaps confirming whether Wu Xie still remembered the bloody words spoken in the tent last night.

Wu Xie felt a chill instantly rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his scalp tingling. At that moment, he was certain that Sang Yi had deliberately let him overhear their conversation in the tent yesterday.