Early in the morning, more than a dozen men armed with weapons came to the dilapidated temple. The sky outside was already very bright, with light spreading everywhere.
At this moment, a young man wearing a fur coat looked quite at ease. He held a trident in his hand, with an axe tucked at his waist.
The man stood in front of Lin Feng and said to everyone: "This kid seems to be an outsider. How come the ghosts nowadays start grabbing people from outside?"
The middle-aged man, who was the leader from last night, stepped out and said to the men inside the room: "You guys really have no sense. Just look at how he's dressed and you know he accidentally stumbled upon evil when passing by last night."
After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the young man and everyone else saw the burnt-out fire pit in the room, which confirmed what the middle-aged man said.
"Ah, no wonder you're the leader. How could we have thought of such things," said one man flattering him.
