Dongfang Minghui had finally found somewhere to take temporary shelter. Deep within the tomb stood a burial chamber containing a stone coffin. Toothless had discovered it in its panic, and they had entered without obstruction. Once inside, Toothless had even sniffed around.
She had also specifically asked Little Lecher to find a large rock nearby and block the chamber entrance, temporarily turning it into a sealed space.
The stone barrier shattered into rubble. As she watched the man approach step by step, despair filled the depths of her heart.
"Come quietly, and I guarantee you'll still get to see your Seventh Sister." Clearly, Meng Yixiao had overheard their conversation outside.
"In your wildest dreams."
Dongfang Minghui would never submit. She carried Lü Xing over and laid him on the coffin, no longer caring whether she disturbed the tomb owner's rest. "Lü Xing, rest here for a while. I promise I'll take you back to the Elf Clan."
Lü Xing's eyes were vacant, his eyelids too weak to struggle, yet he tried desperately to keep his eyes wide open. He shook his head at her again and again, wanting to grab her, but his hands had no strength. Those hands, covered in age spots, fell limply to his sides. His lips moved, and she roughly made out his meaning from his hoarse throat: "Get out of here."
Dongfang Minghui felt that Lü Xing had already done more than enough for her. She couldn't help smoothing his white hair. "Lü Xing, we all have to face reality." Unless she could tear through time and space and return to the modern world right now, wherever she went, she would never escape this fate of being hunted. Besides, she couldn't get away.
Ever since she had encountered a Death Spirit Master outside the Royal