When he arrived at the temple's main hall, a gust of cold wind swept past.
In a daze, he faintly heard chanting, endlessly echoing beside Wang Ye's ears.
As Wang Ye went deeper inside, the sound grew louder and louder.
Sensing the temple's strangeness, Wang Ye quickened his pace and arrived before the Buddha statue in the main hall.
The entire statue gleamed with golden light, radiating supreme majesty.
Its right hand formed a Buddhist seal, while its left arm was severed.
As for the missing half of that arm, Wang Ye could not find it anywhere in the main hall.
Through the fracture, he could vaguely see what seemed to be flesh writhing within. A Buddha statue should have looked compassionate and approachable.
Yet this statue's expression was somewhat gloomy, and its eyes seemed to carry a venomous resentment.
"Sure enough, not a single address given by the Post Office is normal."
Wang Ye steadied himself and looked at the old bronze incense burner on the altar table. Three Incense Sticks rested beside it.
Following the Post Office's task prompt, Wang Ye placed the letter on the altar table, then picked up an Incense Stick and lit it.
A faint smell of rotting corpses spread through the air as the Incense Stick was lit.
The smoke it released was also unlike normal bluish smoke, carrying a faint blood-red hue instead.
At the same time,
the cold wind within the temple grew stronger.
On the old tree outside the courtyard, every corpse opened its eyes at once. A dim light glowed in their eyes, and their expressions were filled with eeriness.
The old tree trembled soundlessly as blood continuously gushed from its trunk.
One corpse after another fell to the ground along with the tree's shaking.
In a small room