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

"Sir, I'm sorry." Ling Xiao heard Cheng Yu's apology as soon as he woke up.

Knocking him out was a gesture of respect Cheng Yu had shown him. He wasn't as agitated anymore, and tried to touch the sand beneath him, a strange feeling washing over him. He'd calmed down, but he was still deeply saddened.

He suddenly felt it was all meaningless. His short twenty years of life had been nothing but being manipulated and trying to escape manipulation. He came into this world thinking he could live the life he wanted, but the ending was still the same...

Then... stop struggling...

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Cheng Yu quickly called out twice in a low voice, "Sir? Sir?"

no respond.

Ling Xiao's fingers were still slightly embedded in the sand, maintaining that unconscious twisting motion, but his entire being seemed to have had its last breath drained away in an instant. He stopped moving, even the rise and fall of his chest became so faint as to be barely perceptible. His eyes, which had just been burning with anger and despair, now only empty after waking up, were completely unfocused, staring blankly at a point of nothingness in front of him. His pupils were dilated, no longer reflecting Xie Yuhua's appearance, nor Cheng Yu's worried face, as if his soul had sunk to the bottom of the deepest, coldest sea of ​​ice.

He stopped moving.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, a machine forcibly paused. Only the faint, almost nonexistent breathing proved that a trace of physiological "living" remained within this body.

"Ling Xiao?" Cheng Yu's voice carried a barely perceptible urgency. He leaned down and reached out to feel Ling Xiao's pulse at the side of his neck. The beat under his fingertips was slow and weak, carrying a chilling sense of impending extinguishment. Cheng Yu's brows furrowed tightly. This state was worse than he had anticipated! It wasn't unconsciousness, but... a deeper, complete mental shutdown! It looked like a program on the verge of collapse or forced into a "standby" state under immense conflict and denial!

Lingxiao's condition alerted another force in the sky that it had messed up, and it attempted to erase the pre-set 'plot,' naturally bringing Xieyuhua back to her senses. However, Lingxiao remained silent.

Ah Ning quickly walked over, and when she saw Ling Xiao's appearance, her breath caught in her throat behind the mask. She had experienced too many life-and-death situations and seen too many people's eyes on the verge of death, but Ling Xiao's current state was even more chilling than near-death! It was a kind of... complete abandonment, a denial and detachment from "existence" itself! She immediately squatted down and professionally checked Ling Xiao's pupillary response and basic vital signs.

"Weak pulse, shallow and slow breathing, sluggish pupillary light reflex...low body temperature." Ah Ning's voice came through the mask, carrying an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of...unbelievable horror. To prevent her judgment from being wrong, she specifically asked the accompanying doctor to re-examine her, and the answer she received was exactly the same.

"Damn it! Lingzi! Lingzi, wake up!" The fat man rushed over and saw Ling Xiao's lifeless appearance. He turned pale with fright and his huge panic made him instinctively reach out to slap Ling Xiao's face, trying to wake him up in the most violent way.

A hand wearing a black glove gripped the fat man's raised wrist firmly and unequivocally, like an iron clamp.

It's the young man.

He had appeared beside the fat man without anyone noticing, his movements swift and silent. He didn't look at the fat man; his eyes, calm as a still pool, were now fixed on Ling Xiao with a deep, almost sorrowful solemnity.

He felt the fluctuations of that "erasing" power and perceived more clearly the... slumber of the soul within Ling Xiao's body.

"Don't touch it." The young man's voice was low and calm, yet carried immense force. He stopped the fat man's actions not because of danger, but because he didn't know if any external physical stimulation at this moment would be meaningless, or if it would hasten the severing of that last connection.