When Xie Tian stepped into the cave, he said only one word.
"Go."
Without hesitation, Yin Tian'er trotted closer with the iron arrow, timidly gripping the corner of Xie Tian's clothes, and moved on in the silent, soundless night.
Yin Tian'er felt relieved by the darkness. If it had been daylight, the sight of the dead bodies scattered all around would have surely made her weak. However, as they walked, she noticed something was wrong. The hand she was holding on to was becoming moist and sticky.
"You, you're hurt again?"
"Mhm."
Tears immediately fell from Yin Tian'er's bright eyes. She fought hard to hold back her sobs and after a long while, she guiltily said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
At this moment, they were only a hundred yards from the main road of the Hexi Corridor. Xie Tian stopped walking and turned his head to look to the right.