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

"A boat?! Fatty, did you fall and damage your brain?!" Wu Xie couldn't believe his ears. Several absurd things had happened in a row, and he couldn't help but swear.

"Bullshit! I'm perfectly sober!" The fat man's voice was filled with excitement and a certainty that even he himself couldn't understand. "Look up! This curve! This is the curve of the bow or stern of a ship! And this 'wall'... this is the gunwale! There's no mistake! We've crashed into a huge... sunken ship buried in the sand!"

As the fat man spoke, the flare went out completely, and darkness returned. But in the last glimmer of light, everyone's brains were working frantically, trying to connect the massive, tilting metal barrier before them with the concept of a "ship."

The angle of inclination... an unimaginable scale... a metal surface riddled with corrosion pits...

Aning quickly pulled out spare lighting equipment, and the beam of her powerful flashlight shone once again on the massive metal barrier. This time, observing it with the mindset of a "ship," the enormous curved outline, the vaguely visible structural supports resembling the ribs of a giant beast... seemed to truly point to the fat man's insane and terrifying conclusion!

“Desert…shipwreck…” Jieyuhua murmured to herself. Lingxiao on her back seemed to hear these words and his fingers twitched slightly, but unfortunately it was too dark and no one noticed.

The young man's gaze, like a highly precise probe, didn't linger on the ship's general outline, but instead locked onto a spot near the base of the massive barrier in the sand. There, hidden beneath countless corroded pits and mottled rust, lay a relatively flat area of ​​metal that wasn't completely covered. A flash of bright light revealed it was covered with… some incredibly ancient, twisted, inhumanly carved, enormous symbols and characters!

The symbols were rough and eerie, possessing an indescribable rhythm, as if writhing on the metal surface with life. The characters themselves had an unprecedented structure, their strokes like twisted snakes and worms, brimming with a primal and mysterious power. Most unsettling of all was the style of the characters… which carried an eerie sense of familiarity!

Blackie's sunglasses instantly reflected light, and he and the young man saw the area almost simultaneously. His pupils behind the sunglasses contracted sharply, and he whispered a name: "Queen Mother of the West..."

"They say the sea changes into mulberry fields, could it be that the sea has turned into a desert..." Wu Xie muttered to himself, looking at the unimaginable scene before him, trying to explain this extreme absurdity with the simplest of principles.

Aning ignored Wuxie's mutterings; her attention was entirely focused on gathering information. She looked up and shouted in the direction of the fat man's voice, "Fatty! What's up there? Look carefully!" Her voice echoed in the vast metallic space.

The fat man's voice came from above, echoing with a hint of uncertainty and strangeness: "Dry mud, covering... earthenware jars? Damn, a lot! Layer upon layer, piled up like pickling jars!" He paused, a hint of professional excitement in his voice, though it seemed particularly inappropriate in such a bizarre setting. "If this were porcelain... it would be worth a lot of money!"

Pottery jars? A large number of pottery jars? Encased in dried mud, piled up inside this giant ship sunk in the desert?