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

"Why are they here too? Does Aning know?" Fatty whispered to Wuxie.

“They’re using cars provided by Aning Company, how could they not know?” Wu Xie said sullenly.

"Black Eyes...Blind Man, I schemed against Ling Zi, will he blame me?" Wu Xie felt uneasy. To be honest, calling Ling Xiao was just a momentary impulse, but now that he realized what had happened, he was still feeling uneasy.

"What! What did you do?!" Before Hei Xiazi could speak, the fat man exclaimed in shock.

After Wu Xie cautiously recounted his heroic act, the fat man sighed, "How naive! I'm not saying anything bad about Ling Zi, but what kind of person is he? He's the kind of person who holds grudges. You're using him as a pawn, wanting to see him fight with that kid Sang Yi like dogs? Don't you think about who he'll bite first if he really gets angry?"

Wu Xie's heart sank. The fat man's words were like a cold scalpel, stripping away his supposedly clever little schemes, leaving them raw and bloody. In his moment of anger, he had only thought of dragging Ling Xiao down with him to deal with Sang Yi, forgetting the most fundamental issue—Ling Xiao was never a pawn to be manipulated! He was the one most adept at overturning the chessboard and dragging his players down with him!

He subconsciously peered through the car window, his gaze fixed on the SUV at the back of the convoy carrying Sang Yi and the landlady. The tinted windows blocked his view, but he could almost feel Sang Yi's cold, mocking eyes piercing through the glass, silently watching him, or perhaps... waiting for something.

A chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, and Wu Xie couldn't help but shiver.

"I...I didn't think that much at the time..." Wu Xie's voice was dry.

“I say, innocent little one,” Black Bear finally spoke, his voice not loud, his tone even steady, but every word seemed to be wrapped in ice shards, “you really didn’t think that much. All you thought about was that little mouse (Sang Yi) baring its teeth at you, and how to borrow the young master’s sharpest knife to chop off that mouse’s claws so you could have some peace and quiet, and also watch a good show.”

His tone was unusually serious: "The idea is good, and you've got guts. It's just... you chose the wrong target to use."

Hei Xiazi tilted his head slightly, his sunglasses pointing towards Wu Xie. Even through the dark lenses, Wu Xie felt as if he were being locked onto by two cold gazes: "Guess what the young master is thinking?"

Wu Xie shook his head subconsciously.

Hei Xiazi's lips curled into a cold smile: "He'll definitely be here by now. Sang Yi really has to thank you, but your good third uncle also has to thank you."

Wu Xie's face turned pale instantly. He didn't understand what his third uncle had to do with this.

"Oh right, Wu Sansheng and Chen Yunjin are behind this. Knowing Ling Xiao's personality, he'll definitely want to get to the root of the problem. Oh, naive. Well then, you don't have to worry anymore. Considering how good Ling Zi usually is to you, he won't make things difficult for you." After hearing this, the fat man voiced his thoughts. Luckily, Wu Xie still had his childhood friend, Hua Ye. Thinking about it this way, Wu Xie was being a bit of a worrywart.

Wu Xie fell asleep amidst his worries, and when he woke up again it was already evening. The car had stopped for some reason, and there was a lot of noise all around, as if there had been a car accident.

According to Fatty, a car had an accident when they entered the village. The car overturned, but no one was hurt. Unfortunately, they had gone too far, and apart from a few scattered villagers, they couldn't find anyone to help them in this godforsaken place.