The fat man instantly bristled at these words, finding them unlucky. "Young man, you're still young, don't go talking nonsense! What do you mean 'just like me'? Are you cursing me?"

Realizing his faux pas, the young shop assistant quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was a slip of the tongue. Don't blame me, bosses, I didn't mean anything by it."

After leaving the city, the road outside became difficult to traverse. Fine raindrops began to fall from the sky. The group hurried as much as possible and finally arrived at the Blind Head Tuo Temple before the rain intensified.

Upon arrival, they discovered that the temple was much larger than they had imagined. Outside, there was even a circle of walls made of mixed rubble and earth. However, due to years of disrepair, many parts of the outer wall had collapsed, and even the only gate was dilapidated, teetering in the wind and rain, seemingly unable to last much longer.

"Has it always been like this?"

Jiang Cheng's first impression of the temple was very poor. It didn't seem like a good place to negotiate, being gloomy, secluded, and full of strangeness, more suitable for murder and body disposal.

The shop assistant also seemed a little strange. He craned his neck and looked inside through the collapsed gaps in the wall. After a long while, he whispered, "That's not right, although it's remote here, the main hall of the temple is still intact and a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Some homeless people often come here to stay. Why is it… why is it so quiet today?"

An abnormal event portends evil. Jiang Cheng didn't rush in. Instead, he led the group around the temple's perimeter wall. Through their observation, the temple was dark and quiet, not seeming to have anyone inside.

The fat man swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Near this dilapidated temple, the uneasy feeling in his heart became more obvious, especially the shop assistant's words, which echoed in his mind from time to time, causing him to feel an inexplicable resistance to the temple.

He even had a baseless guess, as if what he was seeing wasn't a temple, but a tomb. Once he stepped through the gate, there would be no turning back.

The shop assistant also realized that something was wrong here. As the rain grew heavier, a gray mist rose from the vicinity of the temple. The mist gradually obscured the road they had come from, and even more strangely, the mist seemed to be alive, constantly spreading towards them. Now, the temple had become an isolated island surrounded by mist.

At this moment, Luo Tianhe knelt down, took out a porcelain bowl filled with blood glutinous rice, cut his finger again, dripped a few drops of his blood into it, then took out three incense sticks from his arms and lit them. Holding the incense sticks in both hands, he respectfully bowed towards the direction from which the mist was coming. Then, with a solemn expression, he inserted the incense sticks into the porcelain bowl.

This set of procedures was as smooth as flowing water, leaving the guide dumbfounded. However, the next moment, a scene that chilled everyone to the bone appeared. The left and right incense sticks broke off simultaneously, as if snapped by an invisible hand. The remaining middle incense stick's head also dimmed, eventually extinguishing silently.

It's bad luck when three incense sticks have two short and one long. Everyone present understood this principle, and Luo Tianhe was dripping with cold sweat, staring at the approaching mist and exclaiming, "Too ominous! This mist is too ominous! We can't leave! Entering the mist is certain death!"

"What's in the mist?"

"I don't know, and I dare not divine it. You saw just now, the three incense sticks I offered didn't even last 10 seconds. In short… in short, we can't afford to provoke whatever's inside. Going in is death. I think we should hide in the temple, maybe we can find a way out."

Seeing Luo Tianhe frightened to this extent, Jiang Cheng and others were also secretly startled. Although this old fellow was bad, his Feng Shui and geomancy skills were truly impressive, otherwise Jiang Cheng would not have spared his life.

In the current situation, it seemed that leaving was impossible. Now there was only one way left: entering the temple.

It wasn't that everyone didn't feel that they were stepping into a carefully laid trap, but they had no choice. Perhaps, as Yuan Shanyuan hinted, losing the boy meant losing their only chance to survive.

"Bosses, what… what do we do?"

The shop assistant couldn't help but hug himself tightly. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, his clothes stuck to his body, and the cold wind penetrated him, making the temperature feel more than 10 degrees lower. Everyone was shivering from the cold.

Especially Yao Shunyu, who had lost two yang fires. His lips were bluish-purple, and his face was pale. If it weren't for his amazing willpower, he would have already fallen.

"Brother Jiang, listen to my advice, go into the temple, go in… going in might be the only way to survive." Luo Tianhe was almost begging.

"We'll go into the temple, everyone be careful."

Seeing the mist approaching step by step, this was also a helpless move. Jiang Cheng wasn't worried that Luo Tianhe would trick him, because he wouldn't dare. After all, he had to go in himself, and Jiang Cheng made him enter the temple first.

Luo Tianhe didn't dare to disobey Jiang Cheng's orders. He stood in front of the temple door, tentatively knocked on the door a few times, waited for a few seconds, and there was no response from inside. He carefully pushed open the door, and with a "creak—" sound, a desolate and decaying aura rushed towards him.

After everyone walked in, they could personally feel the desolation and dilapidation of the temple. The temple was divided into two courtyards, front and back. They were now in the front courtyard. There were still wooden structures like corridors remaining in the courtyard, but they were now completely abandoned, and sections of them were submerged in the weeds.

Before everyone could continue to observe, a "thump" suddenly sounded behind them. The sudden sound startled the shop assistant, and everyone looked back. The dilapidated wooden door had actually closed, and it was tightly closed, even giving the impression that it would be difficult to open again.

The fat man vigilantly surveyed his surroundings, and an idiom popped into his head: inviting a guest into a jar.

Now that things had come to this, everyone calmed down. Under Jiang Cheng's leadership, they walked towards the back courtyard. The front and back courtyards were separated by a wooden door. This time, Luo Tianhe learned to be good. Without Jiang Cheng urging him, he took the initiative to step forward and push the door open. But this time, the scene before them stunned everyone.

There was light.

No, to be precise, there were many lights, emanating from the brand-new main hall and the lanterns hanging high from the eaves outside the hall. It wasn't very dazzling, but in such a night, it was like a beacon.

The dim yellow light shone on the ground, on the clean stone steps in front of the main hall, as if coated with a layer of afterglow of the setting sun, exuding a peaceful and serene atmosphere from the inside out.

But everyone didn't feel that way. They just felt cold. The chill swept through their bodies like a storm. After all… after all, they had walked a whole circle along the outside of the wall. There wasn't even the light of a candle inside the temple, let alone this kind of warm light. It was as dark as a pool of stagnant water!

But after they pushed open this door, everything changed. Time regressed, as if everything had returned to the origin, returned to the original appearance of the temple.