It's not that Rong Qing has any prejudice against this place.
But at first glance, this thing hardly seems proper.
The red-eyed, dark-skinned vajras enshrined in those temples each have an aura of righteousness, with eyebrows and eyes that exude a statue-like solemnity.
However, the corners of this thing's lips turn up in a strange way, its eyes are hollow, and it lacks any semblance of a divine or Buddha-like presence.
Instead, it carries a stronger sense of malevolence.
The offerings placed in front of it are also far from decent.
Several bowls of indistinct, bloodied, and flesh-like substances.
Lying on the ground, Rong Qing could still faintly smell a rotting, fishy stench.
"Mommy."
The little girl by Chi Nuan's side carefully tugged at her mother's arm.
After Gong Zeyu left, there were still two paper figures beside them, driven by resentment, silently stepping into the dark. Upon entering this shadowy place, the chill from the paper figures grew even more intense.
