Lin Xin also knew what he meant; so many people had died. If they didn't go to the graveyard to collect Yin Blood, then the great price they paid and the great risks they had taken would have all been in vain.
But when he thought of the uncanniness just now, he weighed the pros and cons. With the Solar Yang Talisman Sword in hand, he had lived through such weirdness several times already. What was there to be afraid of!?
With that thought, he quickly followed Kong Yuhui towards the graveyard.
Jiang Yue'er and Cheng Ruofei were even less daring to leave the men's side; they simply couldn't act alone at such a time. Both were wearing white and green dresses, which by now were soaked with sweat at the back and chest, subtly revealing the enticing lines of their undergarments underneath.
Yet Lin Xin and his companion had no intention of appreciating the sight, as they hurried towards the graveyard.
