"Exactly."
"What if we die once we go in? I'm alone, so it doesn't matter for me, but I can't drag you into this."
I was serious. Fatty didn't lie to me, and I didn't want to lie to him either.
Fatty looked at me, touched, and let out a long sigh after a long while. "I'm really convinced by you."
After saying that, he glanced back and winked at the man behind. The man nodded at Fatty and strode forward.
I watched their backs in silence.
"Take this knife."
I looked at the silver long - knife in front of me and stared coldly at Yan Yan. "This is yours."
Yan Yan said nothing, as if the awkwardness between us had never happened.
I picked up the silver long - knife. When my fingers touched it, the handle started to vibrate slightly.
Suddenly, I put the knife down. A fragmented picture flashed through my mind.
A man stabbed the long - knife into the heart of the person in front of him. The picture was so abrupt that my fingers trembled slightly and I almost dropped the knife.
What was going on? Was it just my illusion?
I stared at the person in front, my fingers trembling. It seemed that everything was overlapping with what I saw in my dream.
Several people quickly helped me up and ran towards the mountain. I wondered if it was just my illusion, but I always felt that there was a gentle rustling sound from the forest behind.
My steps were unsteady. I almost sat on the ground. I swallowed hard. Everyone around me was running fast.
Finally, a sword was pointed directly at us. It was an old countryman. I looked at the huge black rock in front and stopped.
"Sir, please move aside."
The tomb - keeper just stared at Yan Yan. Yan Yan stood upright. The two of them stared into each other's eyes.
A hoarse voice echoed in the air. "Young man, do you know that once you go in, you won't be able to come back? This is the burial place of countless clansmen. Your status shouldn't end like this."
Hearing this, I was extremely uncomfortable. What did he mean by "your status shouldn't end like this"? Did it mean that Yan Yan's status was so special?
Even if it was special, could he please not say it in front of us?
I was sure that Yan Yan didn't notice my death glare from behind. He still looked straight at the old man.
"Let them go."
His words made the old man sigh and shake his head helplessly.
"Young man, young man. You're so stubborn. You died like this in your last life, and you'll still die because of him in this life."
The old man stared at me with venomous eyes. I touched my nose.
Sir, could you please stop looking at me like that? God knows I'm really not familiar with your clan's Holy Son.
The so - called Holy Son was nothing more than a mascot in the clan. I didn't think there was anything great about being a mascot. It was always not a good sign.
A cold feeling came from around. I shivered and swallowed hard.
What was that? I looked ahead. In the forest, the wind was blowing. Some black objects flapped their wings and flew out of the forest.
If we weren't so familiar with the state of those things, I might really have thought that the scene of the black petals was a romantic place.
One of them landed on my shoulder bit by bit.
I was about to move, but Yan Yan stopped me. His slender and fair fingers pressed on my arm, and he shook his head at me.
"Don't move. These bugs are blood - thirsty. As long as you move a little, they'll bite through your skin, suck your blood, and drain you dry."
Yan Yan didn't seem to be afraid of these bugs at all. He drew out his long - knife and gently slid it across his palm. The red blood gave off a charming fragrance.
When the bugs smelled the blood, they immediately flew away quickly as if they had smelled insecticide.
The blind old man stared at him as if he had seen a ghost. "You're actually bleeding for these ordinary people?"
I thought to myself that Yan Yan had bled for me more than once. Why was he so surprised?
The old man sighed, and his eyes showed helplessness.
"Fate always repeats itself. Maybe no matter how hard we try to stop it, we can't stop the karma he brings to you. Go in. I can't stop you anymore."
"Thank you."
Yan Yan drew out his long - knife, bowed slightly to the old man, and walked forward without looking back. I was silent behind him, not knowing what expression to make.
I was definitely treated like a vixen just now. The sounds coming from around made me feel more and more uneasy.
The man next to me was also trembling slightly. I turned to look at Fatty and sighed helplessly at him.
"What's wrong with you?"
Fatty's arms kept shaking. "Don't you notice? That guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary person."
The rustling sound of the forest around clearly told us what we should do next.
We were about to go to an underground castle, which might be related to me and even Yan Yan's entire clan.
"If you let me go like this, you don't want your clansmen to live anymore? Didn't you say that once the sacrifice is lost, they'll all die?"
My words made him stop. He turned to look at me, with surprise in his expression. "Interesting. How did you think of that?"
Yan Yan smiled helplessly. "The reason we choose to come here is naturally to bring the sacrifice here in person."
Although I knew he might be joking with me, I still felt a chill down my spine.
I forced a smile awkwardly. Fatty patted me on the shoulder. "Are you stupid? They won't really take your life. But I'm also a bit curious. What on earth is this guy doing? He just abandoned his clansmen. He won't be able to go back to the clan in the future. If he does, he'll surely be killed."
"Stop."
I grabbed Yan Yan. "Was what that old man said just now serious? If it was, I'm not going to let it go."
"What do you want to do?"
Yan Yan looked at me in confusion. I didn't need him to understand.
"Anyway, I'm telling you that this is our business. It has nothing to do with you. Leave here."
For some reason, after seeing him bleed just now, I had a bad feeling.
I felt that I would kill him again. Wait, why did I use the word "again"?