After Li Ya disappeared, Zhang Buku instantly panicked. He shot up into the air and looked down from above; the temple stretched vast and boundless, one linked courtyard after another extending beyond sight, dazzling the eye. He swept his gaze around, but he could not find Li Ya at all.
Forget Li Ya—he could not even see a single living thing!
He panicked completely and began flying in every direction, searching for Li Ya.
"Brother Li!"
He shouted at the top of his voice, but unfortunately, no one answered.
That eerie, hair-raising feeling was growing stronger, making him feel as if danger were closing in.
No matter where he flew, he saw no human figure, and could not find the way out. Gradually, he even felt that the courtyards he passed were appearing more and more often, repeating along the way, and his consciousness began to grow muddled too.
After who knew how long, he gradually dropped into a courtyard.
Heaven and earth spun!
His eyelids were heavy!
The sensation made Zhang Buku feel awful. He half-knelt on the ground, both hands braced against the floor, feeling as if he might pass out at any moment.
"Damn it... no... I can't fall here..."
Zhang Buku struggled to hold on to the last thread of reason.
In a haze, he heard footsteps coming from the side. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a figure blurred into double images walking over, seemingly an old monk in a kasaya.
The old monk came before him and crouched down. Before he could see the old monk's face, he only saw the other party's hands—skinny as bare bones, like a pair of ghost claws, and with very long nails.
Those hands stabbed at Zhang Buku's eyes, filling him with instinctive terror.
A faint