Chapter74

One rash move, and they'd never see the end of it.
"Then what should I do?" After everything, Jiang Che already deeply trusted Ya—she'd explained so much he'd never understood before.
Ya pulled Jiang Che into a corner. Once she was sure no one was around, she lowered her voice and said, "I have a plan..."
Jiang Che crouched beside her, watching intently, unwilling to miss a single word.
"In a bit, you and I will separate. I'll walk up ahead." Ya made up her mind to be ruthless with herself—if you can't bear to risk the child, you'll never catch the wolf.
"You follow behind me—don't get too close, but don't lag too far either."
"The one hiding in the dark will definitely make a move on me. That's when you rush in and kill him." Ya had decided to risk herself. The one clear thing was this: spirits reveled in the thrill of hunt and chase; they rarely executed prey right away once they caught it.
She wanted to provoke a fight between Jiang Che and the spirit!
Use herself as bait!
"But what if you're in danger..." Jiang Che hesitated. Letting someone else be bait for his daughter's sake—it weighed on his conscience.
"What could matter more than a child? We're adults—even if we get hurt, it's nothing."
"As long as you give it your all and do your best to protect me, I won't regret it." Ya looked up at the massive, clear, round moon above, her lips bitter.
Zhao Qi was dead. Wang Bing was dead too.
She felt that making it this far was already miraculous.
In this kind of dangerous dungeon, nothing could be done without taking some risks.
Minimizing risk within reason—the only thing that mattered now.
"If..." Ya ran her hand over her rough hospital gown, the blue and white stripes already faded from too many washes, the fibers stiffening.