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

"Fatty, something feels off." After walking for a while, Wu Xie tugged at Fatty and whispered to him.

"What's wrong? Who's wrong! Tianzhen, you haven't fallen under an illusion spell either, have you?" After hearing him finish speaking, the fat man shook his body vigorously.

"No...it wasn't me, look at Brother." Wu Xie pried the fat man's hand open, making him look in Brother's direction.

The fat man gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine: "You mean, young man... you're under an illusion spell? Damn it, how can this thing be so powerful!"

"No! I mean, Xiao Ge's attitude, and Black Glasses, don't you think something's off?" Wu Xie said again.

The fat man carefully observed from behind, then shook his head and replied, "I don't think so."

“When Lingzi had a problem, Xiao Ge just stood by and stopped her. Even the diagnosis was done by Aning’s people, including Black Glasses. He usually makes a scene, but now he’s suddenly quiet. Think about it.”

The most crucial question is why Cheng Yu suddenly dared to knock Ling Zi unconscious. Normally, he wouldn't dare even if you gave him the guts. Seeing that it was too much trouble for the fat man to figure it out on his own, Wu Xie decided to analyze it for him first.

"You mean..." The fat man narrowed his eyes, drawing out his words.

Wu Xie's eyes lit up, eagerly awaiting his next words.

"I don't understand." The fat man shook his head, rejecting Wu Xie's expectations.

"I mean Lingzi is acting, he's faking it all!" Wu Xie said through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, the fat man fell into deep thought. After a while, he looked up at the figure that Jieyuhua was carrying on her back.

"My goodness..." he muttered, looking at Ling Xiao's "corpse-like" back with a complex expression, a mixture of surprise and doubt, and a hint of inexplicable admiration. "This...this is going too far! It almost scared me to tears! Even Master Hua...what exactly is he trying to do? Is he putting on an act for A Ning?"

Wu Xie also looked at Ling Xiao, his brows still furrowed: "If it wasn't A Ning, it must be to deal with that 'thing' they're talking about. Judging from Ling Zi's usual personality, he wouldn't tell anyone he was acting. Maybe he already discussed it with Xiao Hua on the way here?"

The fat man's small eyes narrowed again, flashing with shrewdness and deep worry: "Naive, your analysis is quite intimidating. But," he lowered his voice, with unprecedented seriousness, "have you considered... what if this time it's really true?"

"Really?" Wu Xie was taken aback.

"Yes! The wolf is coming!" The fat man's tone turned serious. "Think about it, Lingzi is cunning and resourceful. He's acted before to deceive people, including us! If he's acting again this time, that's good, it means he has a backup plan to deal with that bastard. But..."

If it's fake, then Chen Yunjin's death was also part of their scheme?

Wu Xie's face turned deathly pale instantly. He instinctively wanted to say something, but... he fell silent. The fat man's words slithered into his mind like a venomous snake. The image of Chen Yunjin's death lingered in his mind; if Ling Xiao wanted to play his game, a human life meant nothing.

Looking at Wu Xie's pale face and the intense struggle in his eyes, Fatty felt a huge weight pressing on his heart. He had thrown out that terrifying hypothesis, and even he was chilled by the possibility. But he was Fatty, best at cracking jokes in desperate situations, and best at grasping the most tangible things when lost.

He sighed heavily, the sound particularly muffled in the oppressive air. He patted Wu Xie's shoulder forcefully, so hard that Wu Xie stumbled and interrupted the terrifying deductions running through his mind.

"Alright, stop being so naive!" The fat man's voice was extremely low, yet it carried an undeniable decisiveness, and his eyes became exceptionally sharp and clear. "Stop fucking overthinking! If you keep thinking about it, I'll scare myself to death!"

His small eyes widened, revealing a reckless, defiant spirit: "Who cares if it's a boy who cried wolf or if he's really dead! Who cares if Chen Yunjin's affair was an accident or a scheme! What's the point of thinking about these things now!"

He gestured with his chin toward the silent figure on Jieyuhua's back, lowering his voice to an even softer tone, tinged with a cunning resignation: "That kid Lingzi! If he's really putting on an act, then we'll play along! Whatever he's up to, we'll pretend we don't know anything, we'll mourn when we need to, we'll be anxious when we need to! But if he's really gone..."

"Tch, this kid won't get into any trouble."