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"Cough cough!"

The two were choked by the dust and coughed incessantly.

With great difficulty, the dust gradually settled.

Only then did the two realize that the incredibly heavy door had actually cracked several pieces of the stone floor inside the temple.

If that hits someone...

The skinny man shuddered and quickly bowed and clasped his hands in thanks to the burly man.

"Brother! I will never forget your life-saving grace! I will never refuse to do anything you need in the future!"

The burly man was initially annoyed by the skinny man's restless movements, which led to this undeserved disaster, but he never expected the skinny man to be so earnest.

As the saying goes, you can't hit someone who's smiling.

The burly man couldn't bring himself to say anything lecturing, and could only awkwardly help the thin man up while stammering:

"Brother, there's no need for that. We are both people who make our home wherever we go, and we should support each other when we're away from home."

After a brief interlude, the skinny man suddenly became very attentive. He started running around, gathering dry straw, twigs, fallen leaves, and other materials to use as firewood, and then tried to start a fire with a flint.

Soon a campfire was lit, bringing warmth and light.

The blazing flames immediately dispelled some of the chill.

The two couldn't help but gather around the campfire, vigorously rubbing their arms and bodies.

His body, which had been almost frozen stiff, slowly began to recover.

Only then did the two homeless men have time to observe the dilapidated temple where they were now.

"what?"

The skinny man suddenly pointed at the statue behind him and shouted:

"Brother, look, the head of this statue is gone!"

The burly man turned around and saw a huge statue, three or four meters tall, standing on the pedestal.

The statue is made of clay inside and coated with oil paint on the outside.

However, the head of the statue was nowhere to be found, and the paint on the neck, after being exposed to wind and rain, had turned a strange dark red, looking like blood flowing from the broken end, which was quite unsettling.

The burly man's expression changed slightly, and he quickly warned:

"Brother, be quiet! This is a temple; you must not offend the sacred beings!"

"Who knows where this wilderness is..."

The skinny man looked at the headless statue on the pedestal with disdain, but the burly man stopped him with a look.

But the skinny guy still didn't think so.

The ancients were ignorant, and small temples of unknown origin like these were everywhere in the mountains and fields. The authorities directly referred to these small temples as "licentious shrines and wild temples," which shows how low their status was.

call! !

Just then, a strong gust of wind howled in from outside the gate and rushed into the temple.

Chapter 722 There's No Way to Escape

The room instantly turned cold, and the warmth that had just begun to rise was forcibly dispelled.

The two of them immediately shivered from the cold, the icy wind blowing from all directions feeling like knives cutting into their faces.

The flames in the campfire in front of them flickered violently, shrinking several times over and threatening to go out at any moment.

The burly man immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly shoved the skinny man.

"Don't just stand there! Protect the fire!"

"Oh!"

The skinny man was startled and quickly imitated the strong man, spreading his body out as much as possible to block the fire.

The cold wind raged on, seemingly without end.

The two could only try their best to persevere, constantly praying in their hearts that the storm would end soon.

Perhaps their prayers finally had an effect, for the wind began to gradually subside.

The two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This heavy snow is so unbearable!"

The skinny guy couldn't help but complain.

The burly man glared at him.

"You have to endure it, even if it's tough! Unless you want to freeze to death outside!"

The skinny man immediately shut his mouth.

Silence fell once again in the dilapidated temple.

After a while, the skinny man suddenly stood up.

"what are you doing?"

A strong man on a strange path.

"Brother, I need to pee."

The skinny man rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

"Go ahead, but don't go too far."

The burly man immediately lost interest and waved his hand casually.

In such cold weather, the skinny guy certainly didn't want to go far.

He glanced around, and suddenly his eyes lit up; he had an idea.

The skinny man glanced at the burly man without leaving a trace, and seeing that the burly man's attention was completely focused on the campfire in front of him, he tiptoed behind the statue.

Behind the statue, about a meter wide, it seemed to have been cleaned regularly before, as it was fairly clean. However, there was a large, dark, dirty puddle on the floor, as I don't know what had gotten on it.

Perhaps because the temperature was too low, the skinny man didn't smell anything strange.

Since it was just an abandoned, dilapidated temple, he didn't pay any attention and continued walking inside.

Just before the statue blocked the skinny man's view, he glanced at the burly man with his back to him and shook his head.

His figure quickly disappeared behind the statue; from the front, it looked as if he had been swallowed up by the statue's shadow...

The burly man's head bobbed up and down, almost plunging into the campfire, but luckily he woke up at the last moment.

The burly man shook his head vigorously, clearing his mind slightly.

He immediately noticed that the atmosphere in the dilapidated temple was somewhat eerie.

The campfire in front of us was still burning quietly, crackling occasionally, but the bright orange flames now had a slight bluish tinge, making the whole dilapidated temple look somewhat eerie under the firelight.

The firelight flickered with the cold wind squeezing in from outside, and the shadows in the dilapidated temple swayed along with it, as if they had come alive.

For a moment, the dilapidated temple was like a scene of chaos and demons.

The burly man couldn't help but shiver; he suddenly realized a big problem.

The skinny guy still hasn't come back!

"My dear brother?"

"My dear brother!"

The burly man couldn't help but shout loudly, his voice echoing in the dilapidated temple, making it seem as if several people were shouting at once.

But after waiting for a while, the skinny man still didn't respond.

The burly man sensed something was wrong and quickly stood up, beginning to search the dilapidated temple.

The main hall of this dilapidated temple is only about a hundred square meters, and almost everything can be seen at a glance, except...

The burly man quickly turned his gaze to the back of the statue.

As luck would have it, a slight noise came from behind the statue.

"Brother, is that you?"

"I asked loudly," the burly man said.

No one answered.

The burly man walked over cautiously.

Behind the statue, however, there was nothing but a black stain that faintly gleamed with a dark red sheen.

Tick ​​tock!

A crisp dripping sound was heard.

This time, the burly man heard it clearly; the voice was coming from behind the statue!

The burly man couldn't resist moving closer, intending to get a better look.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air!

The burly man instinctively covered his mouth and nose, a look of terror on his face.

He finally found the source of the 'water droplet'.

A thin, blood-red line flowed down from behind the statue along the pedestal.

The burly man followed the thin red line and looked down; it seemed there was something at the break in the statue's neck.

The blood seemed to be gushing out of that thing.

From the burly man's current angle, all he could see was a dark mass.

The burly man then walked forward along the statue...

Pfft!

The burly man suddenly collapsed to the ground, staring in terror at the headless statue before him, his teeth chattering.

At the broken end of the statue's neck, a head rests quietly on it.