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

The fat man reluctantly put away his entrenching tool, muttering, "Alright, alright, I won't move it. I'm just afraid there might be some good stuff down there that's been buried in the dust..." But the strange formation and his intense curiosity were really getting him itchy.

Wu Xie's attention was completely drawn to the ancient symbols. He frowned, searching his memory: "These symbols... I'm sure I've seen them in one of my grandfather's notebooks... They're not from the Central Plains, more... more like some long-lost shamanistic culture of the Southwest... They don't seem to worship specific gods, but rather some kind of... 'chaos,' or rather, a primitive, untamed 'life force'..." He grew paler as he spoke. "I remember the rubbings mentioning that opening this required a specific living sacrifice... but because it was so unusual, no one tried it. So the rubbings weren't very detailed."

But just then, a few mercenaries came down. The place was indeed dark and sloping, making it difficult to stand. And yet, someone actually encountered the formation.

Then, without warning, the ship tilted violently!

"Holy crap!" the fat man exclaimed, his foot slipping as he plummeted towards the viscous, gelatinous pile. Luckily, the guy next to him reacted quickly, grabbing his backpack strap and pulling him back.

Xie Yuhua, Hei Xiazi, and the others also staggered, quickly grabbing onto something stable to steady themselves. Xie Yuhua immediately shielded Ling Xiao on her back.

"What's going on?! Is this wrecked ship really going to fall apart?!" the fat man cursed, still in shock.

“It’s not falling apart…” A Ning’s face was grave. She listened intently to the sickening metallic twisting and wood cracking sounds coming from deep within the ship. “Someone must have just encountered the formation.”

As if to confirm her words, the ship experienced another continuous, chilling vibration and roar, and the tilting angle became even more pronounced.

A crack that was originally tiny and almost invisible is now spreading and widening at a speed visible to the naked eye!

More foul-smelling, dark red viscous fluid was squeezed out of the widening crack like toothpaste, instantly spreading into a small puddle on the stone slab surface.

A stone table slowly rose up from below, and just like not long ago, they heard the two voices again.

"I didn't expect you to be so bold as to do such a thing right under the emperor's nose."

"Just a county magistrate, surely Your Excellency wouldn't be reluctant to part with him?" Another voice let out a muffled laugh.

"You're just a county magistrate. What's your purpose in transporting those stones here and there?"

"My lord, guess what I found here?"

"I won't guess; you're always trying to trick me. Just say what you have to say." The initial voice was unpleasant.

"Imperial Consort".

"The Imperial Concubine? Here? Nonsense, Her Highness the Imperial Concubine is perfectly fine..." He was interrupted before he could finish his rebuttal.

The man uttered the words, "Yang Guifei."

"Hiss, you mean Tang? But didn't she die at Mawei Slope?"

"There are also rumors that she didn't die."

"Don't take rumors too seriously. From our perspective, given what Emperor Xuanzong of Tang was like, how could Yang Guifei possibly escape death?"

Was it really that difficult to transport this body here?

"It's not a corpse, it's half a soul. It's not Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, it's Prince Shou."

"interesting."