The dead of night, a torrential downpour, a sudden ground collapse...
Everything was just too coincidental.
Han Liuyue looked up, shielding her brow from the rain with one hand as she squinted at the overturned coffin in the distance.
In the darkness, it was just a hazy, indistinct behemoth. It was as if a coffin-shaped hole had been carved out of the night, coalescing into an even deeper blackness.
Her phone was still dialing, ringing with a BEEP... BEEP... Other than that, the only sound was the pouring rain.
She turned her head to look at Jin Xueli's receding figure.
The girl had said that when she went to check the coffin, she had tried to pull the lid but couldn't move it. That meant the coffin hadn't broken open, and the Vulture should still be inside.
'Once I feel a little better, I'll go take another look.'
The fall just now had hit her hard. As she sat on a cemetery ledge, her consciousness felt like a fallen leaf on the water's surface, spinning slowly, endlessly.
