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

The fat man stared wide-eyed, Wu Xie's mind completely blank, utterly unable to follow Hei Xiazi's train of thought. A Ning frowned, her sharp eyes fixed on the walkie-talkie in Hei Xiazi's hand. Xie Yuhua's grip on Ling Xiao tightened unconsciously. The young man's gaze was also fixed on the walkie-talkie as if it were a tangible object. Cheng Yu's eyes were filled with absurdity.

Zhila...zila...

The electrical noise persisted stubbornly, like a mockery.

Just as the fat man was about to start cursing—

"Sizzle...green...pepper...stir-fried...meat..."

A faint, severely distorted voice, as if barely squeezed out when the signal was extremely poor, came out intermittently from the walkie-talkie at Wu Xie's waist!

That voice… it was clearly Fatty’s voice! It was his own voice! But the tone was unusually flat and numb, without a trace of emotion, and even had a strange sense of delay, as if the recording had been interrupted during playback!

"Holy shit!!!" The fat man jumped back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His face turned ashen, and he stared in terror at Wu Xie's still-buzzing walkie-talkie, as if it were not a communication tool but a venomous snake coiled around his waist! A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

"How the hell does this thing sound exactly like my voice?!" The fat man pointed at the walkie-talkie, his voice distorted with disbelief and horror. "It...it's mimicking my voice?!"

Wu Xie was also terrified, and he immediately threw away the walkie-talkie.

Ah Ning's face turned extremely pale, and she suddenly looked at Hei Xiazi. Hei Xiazi's eyes behind his sunglasses were icy cold, showing no surprise whatsoever.

This is imitation! It's capture!

This desert, or rather something that exists in the desert, is capturing their current sounds through electronic signals, and then performing a clumsy, delayed, and maliciously mocking imitation and playback!

The young man looked up, glanced around, then walked to Xie Yuhua's side, looked at Ling Xiao, and found that there was nothing unusual about his behavior.

Meanwhile, Xie Yuhua started asking about the purchase process of the equipment and the manufacturer's shipping procedures.

He carefully adjusted Ling Xiao's position in his arms, making sure he was securely leaning against his shoulder. Then, he asked calmly and in a steady voice:

"Ah Ning, what was the procurement process for these walkie-talkie devices? What were the manufacturer's qualifications? Were there any abnormalities during transportation? When was the final comprehensive inspection and frequency band encryption performed?"

His questions were precise and direct, skipping over fear and confusion to get to the heart of the matter—the security of the device itself.

Aning was taken aback by his sudden question, but quickly realized something and feared she'd been set up. She quickly replied, "The equipment all came together; it's from an internationally renowned brand, purchased through legitimate channels. My people escorted it throughout the journey, and it was perfectly sealed. The final comprehensive inspection and frequency reset were completed by the technical team 72 hours before entering the desert, confirming there were no abnormalities." She paused, then added, "The frequency band is our internal, proprietary, encrypted band; theoretically, it's impossible for it to be easily cracked or compromised."

“Theoretically…” Xie Yuhua repeated softly, a hint of cold sarcasm in his voice. He didn’t ask A Ning any more questions, but instead turned his gaze to the walkie-talkie that Wu Xie had thrown away on the ground.

To everyone's astonishment, Xie Yuhua actually carried Ling Xiao on her back and walked straight over!

He crouched down and carefully placed Ling Xiao against his bent legs. Then, without hesitation, he reached out and picked up the walkie-talkie that was still crackling with static!

"Master Hua! Watch out!" the fat man exclaimed.

He ignored her. His slender fingers deftly flipped through the walkie-talkie, his eyes focused and cold, as if he were disassembling a delicate work of art. He disregarded the unsettling noise, and with a flick of his fingertips, skillfully pried open the outer casing.

With a soft "click," the walkie-talkie's casing was removed, revealing the complex circuit board inside.

All eyes were on his hands.

Jieyuhua's fingers moved swiftly and precisely among the densely packed components, examining them with unwavering precision. His movements were decisive and reassuringly controlled. A few seconds later, his fingertips stopped on a tiny, square object that was slightly different in color and shape from the other components.

The thing was cleverly soldered to an inconspicuous corner of the motherboard, and it was only half the size of a little fingernail. It looked like a... chip?

Jieyuhua carefully pried at the edge of the microchip with her fingernail, confirming that it had been artificially installed later and was definitely not an original part!

“Found it.” Xie Yuhua’s voice was icy. He held the unusually tiny chip, which he had removed from the walkie-talkie’s motherboard, up to his eyes. In the dim light, the chip gleamed with an eerie, cold metallic light.

“An extra chip…”