บท 128: One hundred twenty-eight, Goddess's Tomb (9)

Xue Song could not give an answer, only remaining silent as the Goddess leaned against the earthen wall, her tears falling like beads.

Late into the night, the sky suddenly opened up with heavy rain, and a light drizzle also fell inside the dilapidated temple where the two had taken shelter.

The Goddess seemed to sense something in her dream and furrowed her brows in discomfort. Xue Song silently stood over her head, holding up his clothes to shield her from the rain.

But the Goddess still woke up.

She opened her eyes, staring blankly ahead, "Not good, Xue Song, the flash flood is coming! Run for it!"

Xue Song, in silence, knelt on one leg, "There's no flash flood. Are you having a nightmare?"

The Goddess turned her head in shock upon hearing this, "There is, huge rocks were rolling down from the mountaintop, crushing many people to death."