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

The young man's body precisely avoided the jagged, sharp metal edges. His long, powerful arm darted down with lightning speed and grabbed Wu Xie's right wrist, which was gripping the metal plate tightly and had loosened slightly due to exhaustion and fear!

"Click." A very faint sound, the joint being steadily held in place.

At the same time, the young man's other hand gripped Wu Xie's other shoulder and armpit like an iron clamp! The movement was clean and swift, without any unnecessary movements!

The next second, Wu Xie felt a huge yet unusually steady force pull him out of the air! In a dizzying moment, he was lifted up by the young man with ease and stability, his feet landing once again on the sloping but solid metal deck!

Due to inertia, Wu Xie staggered and almost fell again, but was caught by Hei Xiazi.

"Cough cough cough..." Wu Xie subconsciously raised his right hand, only to see a clear red mark on his wrist where the young man had grabbed him, and the fingertips that had been gripping the metal plate were cut open, bleeding and burning painfully.

"Are you alright, Tianzhen?! You scared me to death!" The fat man finally scrambled over to Wuxie's side, looking at his disheveled state with lingering fear, his voice trembling, "What the hell were you doing?! Can't you watch where you're going?!"

"I...I didn't see clearly...there was a hole..." Wu Xie gasped for breath, still shaken, his voice weak.

"What is this thing? It's all white?" The fat man, still shaken, instinctively patted the sand and dust off Wu Xie's clothes, only to feel his palm touch something strange and slightly sticky. He muttered something and held his hand up to his eyes, taking a closer look in the light of the surrounding flashlights.

On his thick palms, several extremely fine, almost translucent white threads clung. These threads were very light, almost weightless, but unusually sticky, like the residue left by something dried out, or the secretions of some living creature, firmly attached to his skin, swaying slightly with the movement of his fingers.

The fat man rubbed it with his fingers, but the silk threads didn't come off; instead, they became even more tightly wrapped, and the stickiness became even more pronounced. "Pah! What is this sticky stuff?"

"Spider web?" Wu Xie, who had just caught his breath, also saw it and subconsciously looked down at his chest and trouser legs where he had scraped himself when he fell. Sure enough, among the folds of his clothes and the stains he had picked up while digging at the metal plate, there were many of the same almost imperceptible white threads. He reached out to brush them off, but found that the white threads were extremely stubborn. Not only did brushing them off not work, but it also made more threads stick to his fingers.

The young man knelt on one knee by the cave, and the beam of his flashlight pierced downwards again. This time, the beam scanned the cave walls and the deposits at the bottom more carefully.

“There are many on the wall,” the young man’s deep voice came. As the beam of light moved, among the jagged metal fractures and twisted pipes at the lower edge of the hole, a large number of the same dense white filaments were attached, like a layer of eerie white mold or moss, making one’s scalp crawl!

“There’s more down there.” The young man moved the beam of light, shining it down into the cave. There, on the surface of the strange, half-buried, eroded remains, and on the surrounding wood fragments, was a thick layer of this white filament. In some places, it had even formed clumps, like huge, white, nauseating insect eggs or cocoons.

This scene is more bizarre and... ominous than simple damage and erosion.