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

Ling Xiao parked the car steadily, but Xie Yuhua's expression was not good. He was driving too fast, and the whole process revealed Ling Xiao's venting. He was not feeling well at the moment.

Hei Xiazi leaned against the rock wall with his arms crossed, his eyes behind his sunglasses sharp as an eagle, precisely scanning the figure in the driver's seat of the car, and then glancing at the pale-faced Jieyuhua in the passenger seat.

The car door was pushed open.

Ling Xiao got out of the car first, his movements carrying a suppressed ferocity. He slammed the car door shut with a loud bang that echoed beneath the empty rock pillars. Without looking at anyone, he picked up the musket and began firing. His tightly pursed lips and the oppressive aura emanating from him made the fat man, whose hopes had just been rekindled, instinctively shrink back and swallow back the words he was about to say.

Xie Yuhua then got out of the car. His steps were slightly unsteady, one hand pressed hard against his stomach, his handsome face drained of color, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The extreme, cathartic outburst just now, coupled with Ling Xiao's cold attitude, had left him feeling nauseous, experiencing a tremendous physical and psychological shock. He gripped the car door, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths before barely managing to suppress the intense discomfort.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao had already cleared away the corpse beetles around the car. His gaze first fell on Wu Xie and Fatty, and seeing that their wounds didn't seem too serious and there were no insects gnawing at them, his tense nerves relaxed slightly. However, when he saw the small, empty glass bottle in Cheng Yu's hand, which appeared to be stained with blood, his eyes narrowed slightly.

at this time!

"Shhhh—!"

A chilling, rapid screeching sound, like a tidal wave, rapidly approached from the direction the off-road vehicle had come from! Everyone looked on in horror to see the scorched sand, ravaged by the double flames, now covered by a writhing, dark red "carpet"! It was the mutated corpse beetles that had been temporarily repelled! Freed from the suppression of the flames, for some unknown reason, they surged forth like piranhas drawn by the scent of blood, a frenzied, overwhelming swarm! Their numbers were even greater than before, as if the entire insect nest beneath the quicksand had been completely disturbed!

"Those bugs! They're here again!" Aning's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up to the limit once more.

The fat man also struggled to pick up the flamethrower that had fallen to the ground, but his flamethrower had already run out of fuel.

"Take it!"

A cold, harsh shout rang out, like a block of ice hitting the sand. Ling Xiao had returned to Xie Yuhua's side at some point and tossed him the firearm he was holding.

"Want to save someone? You'll need this!" Ling Xiao's voice was devoid of any warmth.

Xie Yuhua stood frozen in place, clutching the flamethrower, as if under a spell. Ling Xiao's words and actions were like countless cold needles, piercing his heart.

The question, "Want to save someone?" is blatant sarcasm.

That phrase, "We have to use this!" was an emotionless command.

That act of shoving it in was a perfunctory fulfillment of the obligation to "accommodate".

Jieyuhua looked down at the weapon in his arms. He could clearly feel the suppressed irritability, the frustration of being misunderstood, and... utter disappointment and weariness with his own "passion" emanating from Lingxiao.

A mixture of indescribable bitterness and icy anger surged into his heart. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his stomach and the stinging pain in his chest, his eyes instantly becoming as calm and sharp as a cold pool.

"Fatty! Wuxie! If you can move, come and help!" Xie Yuhua's voice returned to its usual cool and steady tone, even more decisive and crisp than usual, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.