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

The sky darkened completely, as if splashed with thick ink. Night fell swiftly and thoroughly in the desert; the daytime heat vanished like an illusion, replaced by a bone-chilling cold. The vast sky hung low, studded with stars, yet offered no warmth, only highlighting the boundless sea of ​​sand below as even more empty and desolate, like a gaping maw ready to devour everything.

The campfire became the only source of light in the darkness, crackling and burning, trying to dispel a small patch of darkness, but only stretching the shadows of the surrounding jagged rocks into even more distorted and grotesque shapes, like phantoms lurking in wait. Wearing the gas mask for too long was stuffy and hot, and coupled with Ling Xiao's situation, the atmosphere became oppressively suffocating.

"Damn it, I'm suffocating!" Finally, one of the team members couldn't take it anymore. He cursed and ripped off his gas mask, panting heavily as he nervously looked around, waiting for the hallucinatory effects he had imagined to take effect.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... nothing happened.

There were no auditory or visual hallucinations; my mind was clear, except for the stinging sensation of the cold desert night air penetrating my lungs.

"It seems... really nothing happened?" Seeing this, another team member also tentatively took it off, and was equally unharmed.

Like a chain reaction, once the tension eased, everyone removed their masks. Wu Xie and Fatty also took them off, their faces still showing lingering shock and confusion. A Ning hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed her mask, her cold, sharp gaze sweeping into the darkness. Xie Yuhua didn't put her mask back on; his attention was entirely on Ling Xiao. Xiao Ge and Hei Xiazi, on the other hand, hadn't worn their masks at all. Cheng Yu stood guard beside Ling Xiao, his mask already removed, his gaze fixed intently on the still lifeless Ling Xiao. Her body temperature was frighteningly low; only her faint breathing proved that she still "existed."

The vigilance eased slightly, but the atmosphere in the camp did not improve. Exhaustion washed over them like a tide, and everyone sat silently around the campfire. No one spoke; only the crackling of the flames and the howling of the wind blowing across the dunes could be heard.

They had been trekking through this desolate desert for a whole day, surrounded by nothing but sand and strangely shaped rocks, seemingly with no end in sight. Immense exhaustion and the fear of the unknown weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Zhila...zila...

A sudden, ear-piercing static crackled from the walkie-talkies strapped to the waists of several team members! It sounded particularly abrupt and eerie in the deathly silence of the night!

Everyone was startled and looked sharply at their own or their companion's walkie-talkie.

"Help...help...me...sand..." A broken voice, accompanied by heavy breathing and the sound of struggling as if swallowed by quicksand, came out simultaneously from several walkie-talkies! The sound was severely distorted and had strong electrical interference, but the sense of despair was incredibly real, like cold claws gripping everyone's heart!

"Who?!?!" The fat man was the first to jump up, his face pale, and he grabbed his walkie-talkie, shouting, "Hello? Speak up! Where are you?!"

Zhila...zila...

The only response he received was an even louder electrical crackling, and a different, intermittent cry for help coming from another direction. The cry was also broken and unclear, but seemed identical to the previous one: "...Help...zzzz..."

"Damn it!" Wu Xie panicked and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Report your location! Where are you?!"

"Silence! Everyone, silence!" Ah Ning shouted sharply, her voice carrying an undeniable authority that forcefully suppressed the chaos. Her face was ashen as she quickly scanned the camp and began counting heads: "Report your numbers! Immediately!"

"1"

"2"

"3"

……

Everyone quickly counted off, their voices trembling. Not a single person near the campfire was missing!

Ah Ning's heart sank. She immediately switched to a specific channel, the frequency used by the three-person scout team she had sent out: "This is Ah Ning! Respond if you hear me! Report your location and status!"

After a brief, suffocating silence, a response came through the walkie-talkie. The voice, though slightly crackling with static, was relatively clear; it belonged to one of the three she had sent out: "Roger that. We're all here, located about three kilometers northwest on the leeward side of a sand dune. Everything's normal; we're resting. The signal seems a bit weak? We heard a lot of static earlier; is something wrong at the camp?"

The man's voice was steady, even carrying a hint of doubt.

Immediately afterwards, the voices of two other people came through, confirming that they were indeed together and that their location and safety were confirmed.

No one in the vicinity went missing, and the scout team sent out also reported that they were safe and sound three kilometers away!

So... who were those voices coming from different walkie-talkies just now?!

The fat man's hands were trembling as he held the walkie-talkie: "But...but that voice just now...why does it sound so familiar?"

Wu Xie's face also turned pale: "It sounds familiar to me too."

Black Bear snatched the walkie-talkie from his hand and shouted, "I love it! Stir-fried green peppers with pork! Say it! Stir-fried green peppers with pork! Answer me!"