Huang Quan smiled sinisterly, looking at the spider approaching him. He suddenly stood up and rushed towards Qin Tianye Mo with a deep charge. The spiders that were originally running towards him changed direction and also crawled towards Qin Tianye Mo.

  "Despicable."

  Qin Tianyue smiled coldly. She had no grudges against them, but this group of people was not good-hearted. Now they were so vicious, who could tolerate it and who couldn't?

  As Huang Quan ran towards them, Qin Tianyue and Mo Yishen exchanged a glance, both of them understanding the meaning in each other's eyes. They slowly curved their lips into a smile.

  Huang Quan held a knife in his hand and stabbed towards Qin Tianyue, who lifted her foot to kick away his hand. Mo Yi's long legs kicked Huang Quan hard, directly kicking him into the ferocious spider group.

  Huang Quan struggled in terror, but was soon surrounded by a swarm of spiders. One by one, the small black spiders bit through his skin and burrowed into his body.

  Huang Quan rolled around in the spider group, and in the end, he ended up just like Lao Si and Lao Wu, or even worse, because there were many more spiders on his body than on theirs.

  Not far away, the second elder who was waiting at the entrance of the tomb was also bitten by many spiders. He wanted to push open the door of the tomb, but unfortunately, it was useless. The entire door of the tomb was covered with his bloody handprints. He struggled in agony, "Don't, don't, save me, please save me."

  No one is not afraid of death, even those who say they are not afraid of death will be afraid. When the moment of death arrives, everyone wants to live. If it's a quick and painless death, that's fine; such deaths, people can't wait to die immediately.

  If his knife were still with him, he would have definitely killed himself, but his hand was broken and the knife had been snatched away, and Second Brother could only watch helplessly as he was pierced through by the spider's fangs, dying in agony.

  Huang Quan and Lao Er's death gave Qin Tianyue and Mo Yishen a lot of time to buffer, he pulled her hand and ran towards the small hut, the whole hut had many loopholes, so Qin Tianyue and Mo Yishen could only hide in the coffin.

  The coffin lid was closed, and Qin Tianyue was tightly held in Mo Yi's arms. In the darkness, their breathing was clearly audible.

  The faint scent on her body wafted into his nostrils, and Mo Yi's hand tightened slightly.

  Her head rested on his sturdy arm, the fresh breath was very pleasant, and the whole coffin seemed to be filled with his scent.

  The distance between the two was a bit close, Qin Tianyue wanted to retreat a few steps, but this coffin was really cleverly designed, there were only two bodies lying flat, and even wanting to retreat was impossible.

  "The ink is deep, those spiders should be gone by now."

  Qin Tianyue asked in a low voice, and he was alone with him in such a small space. The Emperor Ying and Qin Shiming were still lying down, but Qin Tianyue felt very awkward about it.

  "He should still be here, let's wait a bit longer."

  His low, sexy voice came from above her head, some of his breath sprayed on Qin Tianyue's forehead, making her cheeks slightly red, and she didn't dare to speak again.

  Also didn't know how long had passed, the air began to thin out a bit, Qin Tianyue raised her head, and her delicate lips seemed to touch something, as if... it was his lips.

  Before Qin Tianyue could react, Mo Yishen had already taken control, his scorching kiss covering her delicate lips, his fiery tongue prying open her teeth. He flipped over and pinned her down, Qin Tianyue trying to push him away with her hands, but they were caught by his.

  He just wanted to kiss her, kiss her hard, kiss her recklessly.

  "Ink... Ink is deep, you let me go."