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

The strange stench of chemical fragrances and burnt protein grew stronger, pressing heavily on everyone's noses. The exposed rocky object at the bottom of the pit, like a silent lure, exuded an ominous aura.

"The real deal?" The fat man's ears were unusually sharp at this moment. "Who cares about the real deal or the fake deal? If it's real, I'll cut it open and take a look!" Seeing that the trouble was almost resolved, the fat man couldn't suppress his curiosity and was about to lean down when he was grabbed by the mercenary next to him.

"Don't rush," Xie Yuhua said calmly, his gaze never leaving the bottom of the pit. "The situation is unclear, let's test the waters first." He gestured to the insecticide in his hand.

Black Bear instinctively picked up a few pebbles, weighed them in his hand, and threw them into different spots at the bottom of the pit. The pebbles hit the solidified gelatinous substance with dull "plop" sounds, rolled down beside the stone object, and nothing unusual happened.

"It seems... everything's really alright?" Wu Xie frowned, but slowly reached out his hand towards the Thousand Chance Umbrella.

"I'll go down and take a look." The young man, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his tone leaving no room for argument. Before anyone could react, he braced himself against the edge of the pit with one hand and leaped down nimbly, landing silently with only the soles of his boots lightly crunching over the sticky residue.

He crouched down and wiped away the last thin layer of gelatinous substance covering the stone object, revealing more of it. It appeared to be a huge, polished black stone slab, covered with dense and eerie patterns, the lines deep and sharp, gleaming eerily under the cold light. The patterns were distorted and abstract, seemingly depicting some kind of ritual or bondage scene, with an indescribable creature at its center, bound by countless chain-like lines.

The young man's fingers traced the engravings, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Hey buddy, what's that you're looking at? What's drawn on it? Is it a treasure map?" the fat man asked, craning his neck as he looked at it.

The young man shook his head, stood up, and glanced at the seam between the edge of the stone slab and the pit wall: "It's not hidden treasure."

"It looks like a formation," the young man remarked.

This time, the fat man couldn't resist any longer. He put down a grappling hook and started climbing down, and Wu Xie followed him down.

"A formation?" The fat man had just climbed down when, because the boat was tilted, his foot slipped on the sticky, jelly-like substance, making a "plop" sound. He paused for a moment upon hearing this, "A formation here? Who are they protecting against? Us or that thing down there?" He leaned closer, examining the twisted carvings under the cold light, and the more he looked, the more his scalp tingled. "What is this supposed to be? It looks eerie."

Wu Xie carefully crouched down, the Thousand-Mechanism Umbrella resting diagonally on his shoulder, his fingers hovering above the stone carving, hesitant to touch it. "It doesn't seem defensive… more like… a form of restraint and suppression." He pointed to the chain-like lines at the center of the design. "These things aren't protection, they're binding. And these symbols…" He squinted, trying to decipher the abstract and ancient patterns. "I feel like I've seen similar records somewhere before…"

"Whatever kind of formation it is, let's see if we can pry it open and see what good stuff is underneath..." the fat man said, pulling out an entrenching tool from his back and trying to insert it into the gap at the edge of the stone slab.

"Don't move!" The young man and the confidante above spoke up almost simultaneously to stop them.

The young man was faster, pressing down on the fat man's wrist: "The formation is unclear; triggering it could cause changes."

Xie Yuhua's voice came from the pit, carrying an undeniable seriousness: "Fatty, don't mess around. This formation gives me a very uncomfortable feeling, like something is being forcibly suppressed. Who knows what you might unleash with that shovel."

The fat man sheepishly withdrew his hand, still stubbornly insisting, "I just wanted to help, to figure out the situation as quickly as possible..."