Shi Xueman stared blankly at the hand on her spear, recognizing it as Ai Hui’s.
Her mind blanked in that instant. Why? Why was it him?
The hand that grasped the spear shook, generating an intense force that released Shi Xueman’s grip from the spear and sent her flying. Why was he saving her?
No!
Tears fell down her cheeks uncontrollably while she screamed inside.
The red tendrils of blood were like vines that could not stop growing. They continuously coiled around Ai Hui, as if they were trying to swallow him whole.
All she could see was the side of his face. That thin, humble face betrayed no signs of emotion as the blood tendrils proceeded to devour him. He had not even taken one last look at her.
Shi Xueman collapsed on the ground, but immediately picked herself up in a bid to rush to Ai Hui’s side.
A familiar voice resounded through the cavern, causing her to freeze in place.
"Looks like I’ve accidentally saved you again. Remember to record it on your tab."