An Ning and I fled into a side room and hid.
We were safe for the moment, but I was very worried about Meng Yifan.
Seventh Master and Song Xiaotian might both be all right, but Meng Yifan was even less capable than An Ning and me. If those ghosts caught him, he would have next to no chance of surviving.
After resting for a moment, I told An Ning to stay hidden in the room and took the large saber, ready to go out and look around.
But just after I opened the door, before I could step outside, footsteps came from outside again.
I quickly pulled the door shut again. Through the crack, I saw a person, but it wasn't Seventh Master or any of the others. It was one of Du Yunting's men.
He seemed to be looking for somewhere to hide too, and he was heading toward our room.
All of Du Yunting's men were stronger than me. I was no match for them.
If he came in, An Ning and I would be in danger.
I hurriedly shut the door and told An Ning that someone was coming, one of Du Yunting's men.
"Ah, what do we do?" An Ning was a little scared too.
I said, "I'll hide in the wardrobe. You stay out here."
Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
I said, "He won't kill you the moment he comes in, but I can catch him off guard and kill him."
With that, I hurried into the wardrobe with the saber.
An Ning was quick-witted. She knew what I was planning.
Soon, I heard the door open, followed by An Ning's terrified scream.
The room fell silent for two seconds, then a man's cold laugh rang out. "Little