Zhang Chen listened to the discussions around him, his eyes fixed on the ten dried corpses. The corpses were black, as if painted with black ink, seemingly drained of all moisture.
"How could this happen? In a place like Huangli Temple with great cultivators in residence, there's actually such a disturbance by malevolent entities?" Zhang Chen was puzzled. What about Gu Mingyue? Where is Gu Mingyue? Why isn't Gu Mingyue in the Daoist Temple?
At this moment, Zhang Chen's eyes revealed a hint of disbelief.
"Brother, I'm scared!"
The timid voice of Xiaodouding rang in Zhang Chen's ear.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Zhang Chen gently patted Xiaodouding's head.
"Count the people, see how many disciples are missing." The Law Enforcement Elder shouted loudly.
Following his command, a Law Enforcement Disciple began to count the people. Soon enough, a disciple reported, "Elder, there are fifty disciples missing."
"Quickly send people to search for them." The Law Enforcement Elder ordered.
