Now, the Yin Fog was as thick as ink, with dark red slime oozing from the pillars of the porch, like dried bloody tears.
When Xu Zhenshan led his group to arrive, the bright red temple doors were unexpectedly wide open, with the gilded plaque "Protect the Nation, Bless the People" hanging upside down, splitting into several foul-smelling cracks.
"Clang~ Clang~"
The copper bell under the eaves rang by itself without wind, the sound resembling a baby's wail.
"Ugh..."
Immediately, a young disciple leaned against a stone lion, retching.
The pair of auspicious beasts at the temple gate, their eye sockets were actually oozing black water, with a half-severed limb pressed under their paws.
Xu Zhenshan frowned, forming a mantra with his left hand, and the peach wood token at his waist immediately buzzed with a warning.
"The deity altar has been defiled."
His voice was icy, filled with anger in his eyes, "Go, take the side hall!"
Crash!
