The Mysterious Little Temple

The traces all around showed that no one had visited the little temple in a long time.

The moment the door opened, the breath of ages washed over them, as though they had stepped into a building sealed for a thousand years.

It stirred an inescapable sense of time gone by.

"This temple is older than the village," Jiang Qiao judged.

Just then—

Several candles on the altar suddenly lit themselves with a whoosh.

Dim yellow flames sprang up, illuminating the entire shrine.

"Hm?"

Jiang Qiao's gaze sharpened.

There was no one here, and no ghosts or monsters. He sensed nothing unusual.

Yet the candles had lit up!

Those apples... His eyes flicked to the offerings on the altar. The fruit looked glossy, plump, and fresh.

How long had they been sitting there?

"That strange smell isn't in here." Old Man Sun looked around and took a deep breath.

Outside, the air either smelled damp and moldy or was thick with unidentified dust. In some corners, other peculiar stenches lingered.

There was the reek of rot, medicine, and sourness, along with something like the smell of raw pork magnified a hundredfold.

It was almost unbearable!

But inside this temple, there was nothing unpleasant, only a faint trace of incense.

The air was remarkably fresh, as if it had passed through a filter.

No, even a filter could not make it this clean.

It was like the natural freshness of a densely wooded valley or a low mountain.

But weren't they underground?

"A place where a deity dwells cannot tolerate foul odors." Jiang Qiao found that his Dual Pupils still suffered some kind of interference even inside the temple.

The image had merely gone from 360p to 480p. It was a little better, but not by much.

And he still could