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

An eerie laugh echoed around them; some men laughed, some women laughed, but undeniably, only two people were laughing...

"Hahahahaha." Ling Xiao also laughed.

The laughter in the space stopped abruptly, with only Ling Xiao's voice lingering.

"Why aren't you laughing anymore?" Ling Xiao glanced up and asked curiously.

Seeing that no one responded, he took the initiative to invite, "Hey! It's more fun when the three of us laugh together! Let's laugh together! It's awkward if I'm the only one laughing!"

"Heh." The man chuckled dismissively and asked Ling Xiao, "Do you know where this is?"

Before Ling Xiao could answer, the woman's voice came again. The voice was high-pitched and seductive, and it gave Ling Xiao goosebumps. The feeling was no less than scratching a blackboard with his fingernails.

The woman said, "You're already dead. This place... is hell!"

After the woman finished speaking, a cold wind swirled around Ling Xiao, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Hell?" Ling Xiao asked doubtfully, then looked around and shook his head, saying, "How can you prove this is Hell? This is nothing like the one in the picture book. Why is Hell empty? Why are there only the two of you?"

Then Ling Xiao asked gossipily, "Could it be that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva succeeded?"

"Are you talking about those?" The woman seemed amused and continued, "Look behind you!"

Ling Xiao looked back, and the bright space suddenly turned dark. Behind him were all sorts of monsters, a fiery red purgatory, bull-headed and horse-faced demons holding forks and knives, and the constant screams of vengeful ghosts. Ling Xiao keenly sensed something hovering above his head.

A flash of light appeared, and he could see what was above him: a dense swarm of crows.

Ling Xiao was on guard, ready for any surprise attack from these things, when suddenly, the dark space became bright again.

"Ling'er~" A female voice came from behind.

Ling Xiao remembered the voice; it was his mother's voice. His lips began to tremble as he looked back, and sure enough, it was his mother.

The scene around him changed instantly; it was his home, the home he had lived in since childhood.

His mother looked exactly the same as he remembered from his childhood, not at all old. She was wearing a floral dress, which Ling Xiao remembered as a birthday gift he bought for his mother with his New Year's money when he was five years old.

"Mom!" Ling Xiaofei ran over as fast as he could and threw himself into his mother's arms.

The moment he rushed into his mother's arms, Ling Xiao realized he had shrunk. He looked down at his tiny body, lost in thought.

Time passed exceptionally quickly. When Ling Xiao looked up, it was already dark, and there was an irregular knocking at the door.

Ling Xiao clenched his fists, seemingly making a huge decision, considering whether or not to open the door. A voice inside him kept telling him, "Don't open the door! Please don't!"

But he opened the door anyway, just as he had expected; it was the night his father had drunk too much.

However, unlike what he remembered, Ling's father was clearly taken aback when he realized that Ling Xiao had opened the door. Instead of gently carrying him to the sofa, he impatiently threw him onto the sofa, then took off his belt and began to whip him.

He kept cursing under his breath: "Monster! Why aren't you dead yet?"

He seemed to have gotten tired of hitting him and stopped, but he was clearly not satisfied. He didn't care whether Xiao Lingxiao was in a bad state or not, and grabbed Xiao Lingxiao by the neck, trying to strangle him to death.

Ling Xiao struggled desperately, but he was too small and his strength was far inferior to that of his father. It wasn't until he was almost out of breath that his father let go. Then, with a sense of lingering fear and remorse, he hugged Ling Xiao and said sorry over and over again.

Ling's father cried and said to Ling Xiao, "It was Dad's fault. Did it hurt? Please don't blame Dad, okay?"

"Why?" Ling Xiao asked. At this moment, his pajamas were already tattered from being whipped, and there were several bloody marks on his back. Combined with his small and delicate face, he looked like a broken porcelain doll.

Ling's father took a deep breath, and as if resigned to his fate, he trembled as he revealed the truth:

"Before you were even born, I staked your soul on the devil. You may not believe it, but the bells on your feet are the best proof..."

"The bell on your foot is called the Soul-Locking Bell. Shaking the bell will give you a headache because it's the devil locking your soul. When they find your soul, they will come to take you away as soon as you die."

Ignoring Ling Xiao's bewildered and shocked expression, Ling's father continued, "As you grow older, I feel more and more guilty. While you are still young, I thought about sending you away, as far away from me as possible, preferably never to see you again."

"So I discussed a plan with your mother. Your mother is a very good wife, and she fully supports my approach."

"So with her cooperation, we bought you pets, put sleeping pills in your milk, killed the pets in the middle of the night, and put them in your bed... After you buried them, we dug them up again and again, all to drive you crazy and send you to a mental hospital..."

"But unfortunately, you didn't let us get what we wanted. You were smart enough not to say anything."

"It's Dad's fault... Pack your things and leave this house in a few days!"

I've been tricked. Even with the devil's protection, I keep losing. My company has gone bankrupt, but they still won't give up. They want your mother and you to work for them to pay off their debts!

We've found a good family for your sister. My friend has found me a new path, and I plan to take your mother away and start over.

"But we can't take you with us. You've grown up, you're a man now, and you can take care of yourself." After saying this, Ling's father seemed relieved, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

After Ling's father finished speaking, these scenes disappeared, and Ling Xiao returned to his 20-year-old appearance, but his expression remained unchanged.

Ling Xiao finally understood why there were so many strange things in his memories. He figured it was because he couldn't handle it as he grew up and had hypnotized himself. Today, he just happened to bump his head, and some memories might have come back to him.

"Come out! I don't have time to play with you!" Ling Xiao called out to the man and woman. His voice sounded somewhat suppressed, and it was clear that he was in a very bad mood.