"I'm telling you, if you don't walk across this path, just wait for them to carry you back." With that, she took the lead and walked across. Dongfang Minghui did not dare look beneath the river's surface at all. Even the bright moonlight could not dispel the terror of the Yana River; she could faintly make out those restless dark shapes swimming back and forth.
Nangong Yuntian watched the many-against-few battle on the bank and gritted his teeth, so nervous he did not know whether to look ahead or down.
"Ah!"
"What are you screaming for?" Dongfang Minghui was so startled by him that she nearly took a wrong step, her shoe even touching the water's surface. But then not a sound came from behind her. She could not help turning back to look at him, only to find Nangong Yuntian's deathly pale face had turned even whiter. His lips were pressed tightly together, his eyes shut, and his handsome face had scrunched up like a chrysanthemum. "What are you doing?"
"I-" Nangong Yuntian was on the verge of tears. "Something's grabbed my foot."
"Aah, aah..."
With a splash, Nangong Yuntian was dragged into the river by a water monster.