Ling Feng watched coldly from a distance, without any intention of stopping what was about to happen next.
In his eyes, neither of these two men were good people—they both deserved to die.
As for the manner of their deaths, that depended on how things would unfold.
After waiting for a while, the man who had entered the tomb started passing out various items, then slowly crawled out.
The person waiting outside with the dagger crept around behind him, and raised the blade to strike!
"Ah!"
A long, agonized scream echoed far into the night, alarming a flock of birds that had been roosting in the trees—they took flight with a rustling cacophony!
But Ling Feng saw clearly: the one who screamed was not the man wielding the dagger, but the one who had just crawled out of the tomb!
Just as the dagger was about to stab into his body, the man suddenly twisted around and pulled out a short dagger from seemingly nowhere, plunging it into his attacker instead!
