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

"Who are you talking to?" Xie Yuhua grabbed his arm, making Ling Xiao face him again.

A breeze blew by, like a gentle comfort, or perhaps it wrapped around Ling Xiao's wrist, and only then did Ling Xiao smile again.

Jieyuhua suddenly frowned.

The wind brought the sound.

It wasn't the rustling of sand blowing in the wind, nor the clanging of stones colliding, but rather... an incredibly familiar voice, tinged with a mix of teasing and helplessness, so clear it seemed to be ringing right next to my ear:

"I told you this kid is like a sticky candy, once he's stuck, you can't shake him off."

—It was Fatty's voice! The tone, the intonation, even the slight Beijing accent at the end—it was perfect! But Fatty himself was standing a few steps away, looking at them with a look of surprise and uncertainty, his lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a single word!

The sound... appeared out of nowhere in the wind and entered his ears.

The fingers that were gripping Ling Xiao's wrist twitched almost imperceptibly. That was no illusion!

"Did you hear anything just now?" Xie Yuhua's voice was low and tense, each word like a whetstone scraping.

Ling Xiao frowned. He couldn't quite understand what was wrong with Xie Yuhua, but he knew without a doubt that something was wrong with him. Sure enough, Xie Yuhua was gripping him tighter and tighter, almost as if he was about to snap him in two.

"Are you crazy? Let go!" He didn't hold back. Xie Yuhua was in a state as if she were on drugs, as if she had lost her mind.

Jieyuhua did not let go. He was like a cold anchor, firmly holding onto the struggling Lingxiao, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present.

The wind brushed past the ear of the eloquent flower once more.

This time, it wasn't Wang Pangzi's teasing comment.

Instead, it was a younger, more anxious voice, filled with deep worry and a hint of barely perceptible fear, just as clear as a whisper, yet it shook him to his core even more than the fat man's voice:

"How about... we let him give it a try?"

—It's an innocent voice! Who does he want to try? Try what!

Looking at Ling Xiao again, he seemed to be a stranger to him. This person's face was becoming increasingly blurry in his memory. Even if he wanted to see his face clearly now, he could not seem to focus. He suddenly pulled his hand back, and with great force, he shook Ling Xiao, causing him to stumble. Fortunately, the young man who was close to him caught him in time.

"Little Flower?" Ling Xiao wanted to step forward and grab Jieyuhua.

Jieyuhua, however, reacted as if burned, abruptly taking half a step back! Her movement was so quick it was almost comical, her sharp, wary eyes fixed on Ling Xiao's face, as if she were looking at a completely unfamiliar, even dangerous, monster. Her gaze held only cold scrutiny and a hint of… indescribable apprehension.

The air froze, the atmosphere becoming extremely eerie. Wu Xie and Fatty Wang were completely bewildered by Xie Yuhua's series of unusual actions, frozen in place. Hei Xiazi's sunglasses reflected the light slightly, his body tense like a fully drawn bowstring. Xiao Ge didn't loosen his grip on Ling Xiao, but his gaze darted between Xie Yuhua and Ling Xiao.

"Everyone, put on your gas masks!"

Ah Ning's cold and decisive voice pierced the suffocating silence like an ice pick. She had already deftly pulled a gas mask from her equipment bag without hesitation, quickly putting it on her face while commanding in an unquestionable tone, "That thing on the rock might disorient you! Hurry! Don't be next!"

Her gaze swept over Xie Yuhua's clearly out-of-control state, over Ling Xiao's swollen wrist and his disheveled state as he was supported by Xiao Ge, and finally settled on the jagged rocks around them, which flickered eerily in the firelight. Her eyes were cold and resolute. This explanation, in the face of this bizarre and strange situation, seemed perfectly reasonable!

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! It must be poison gas! Hallucinogenic!" The fat man was the first to react, frantically rummaging through his backpack. The surprise on his face was instantly replaced by the eagerness of "finding the cause." "I knew it! How did Master Hua suddenly... fall for it! Quick! Naïve! Mask!"

Wu Xie snapped out of his daze and hurriedly grabbed his mask, nervously glancing at Xie Yuhua and Ling Xiao as he put it on: "Xiao Hua! Ling Xiao! Cheng Yu, hurry up and put it on! Little Brother! Black Bear!"

Black Bear was the fastest; he took out his gas mask almost as soon as Ah Ning finished speaking. Just when Fatty thought he would put it on immediately, Black Bear moved swiftly, like a shadow skimming the ground, and in two steps he was in front of Ling Xiao, who was being supported by Little Brother! His face, which always carried a cynical smile, now revealed a chilling coldness behind his sunglasses.

"What are you doing?!" Ling Xiao stared in astonishment at the approaching Black Bear.

Without any explanation, Hei Xiazi moved with lightning speed, leaving no time to react. His left hand gripped the back of Ling Xiao's head, firmly holding it in place to prevent him from struggling. Simultaneously, his right hand, holding a gas mask, pressed it precisely and coldly against Ling Xiao's face!