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

Jieyuhua's gaze was fixed on Ling Xiao, and naturally, following Ling Xiao's cold gaze, she instantly crossed the crowd and locked onto her target with unparalleled precision—Sang Yi, who was huddled behind the proprietress, wearing an ill-fitting windbreaker and trying to curl herself up into a ball!

"It's quite a coincidence," Xie Yuhua said, approaching Ling Xiao.

“It’s quite a coincidence, they all look pretty much the same,” Ling Xiao nodded in reply.

"You know that's not what I meant." Xie Yuhua leaned slightly against the spot where Ling Xiao had just been leaning, her voice tinged with teasing and playfulness.

"Stop joking, I'm not like that. Isn't that just pure white lotus? I act much better than him." Ling Xiao curled his lips, looking down on anyone who tried to imitate him.

"Alright, alright, great actor." The teasing, slightly indulgent tone of Xie Yuhua had barely faded when the chubby guy's round figure nimbly squeezed in, covered in sand and still groggy from just waking up. His loud voice instantly shattered the unspoken, awkward atmosphere between the two:

"Oh my! Lingzi! Huaye! It really is you two! My heart was almost blown away by that damn tire, but seeing you two is like getting a shot of adrenaline!" The fat man grinned, his eyes disappearing as he smiled, and his large, fan-like hand instinctively reached out to pat Lingxiao's shoulder.

The slight annoyance on Ling Xiao's face from Xie Yuchen's teasing was quickly covered by a more natural, roguish teasing. He raised an eyebrow at the fat man and said, "Fatty, you don't have to force yourself to talk if you don't have anything to say."

"Get lost!" the fat man laughed and cursed, not caring at all. He then turned to Xie Yuhua, and finally turned back to Ling Xiao, whispering, "What wind blew you two here?"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and replied, "Then you'll have to ask your good brother Wu Xie."

Upon hearing this, the fat man understood something. He covered up the awkward atmosphere with an embarrassed smile and secretly glared at Wu Xie.

Then he secretly said to Ling Xiao, "I heard this road is very dangerous. If there's nothing else, hurry back. Your body can't take much more. It's not good for you to get injured every time you go down a ravine."

The fat man's words were truly sincere, and Ling Xiao naturally replied, "Okay, when I go back, you can go back with me. What can you possibly gain by following them down these secondhand tombs that have been ransacked so many times every day?"

The fat man clicked his tongue upon hearing this. Although there's an old saying that you shouldn't leave empty-handed when you're doing a gig, he was already receiving a dowry from A-Ning before. Even if he left empty-handed, it wouldn't be his responsibility. At least he was guaranteed to get paid. But this time, A-Ning didn't offer any guarantees. She only gave him some equipment. Thinking about it, he realized he had lost a lot of money on this trip!

Then he realized something, his chubby face twitched, his small eyes widened, and he said with the reaction of a feline whose tail had been stepped on, "Hey! Lingzi, did you put arsenic on your mouth today or something? What do you mean by 'second-hand tomb'? I...we have legitimate tombs too..."

"Seriously... rummaging through other people's leftovers?" Ling Xiao crossed his arms and lazily interrupted him. "Fatty, the 'treasure hunting talisman' around your neck is for finding gold, not for you to be a vagrant picking up trash. You're genuinely trying to help me, and I'm genuinely trying to help you. But what good stuff have you found these last few times you've been tomb raiding with Wu Xie? You're not really going to live off your brother for the rest of your life, are you? I can afford to support you, but when you get married, she can't let you do this kind of work, can she?"

"You'll have to save up for your wife's future yourself."