Whoosh!
Xiao Yu turned slightly, but before he could make anything out, a fierce gust swept him up.
By the time he recovered his senses, he and Qi Yunheng had been swept into the temple.
Bang!
The temple doors abruptly slammed shut.
Xiao Yu quickly tightened his grip on Qi Yunheng's hand and said gravely, "A-Heng, stay close to me."
"All right," "Qi Yunheng" replied.
The temple was pitch-black. He could not even see his hand in front of his face.
Xiao Yu could barely make anything out.
Something beneath his feet creaked and crunched as he stepped on it.
He reached out at random and came away with a handful of cobwebs and dust.
The air was thick with dust, mingled with the stench of decay.
Clearly, the Moon God Temple was even more dilapidated and forsaken than he had imagined.
A chill ran down Xiao Yu's back, as though "someone" had been staring at him all along, baring a bloody maw and fangs.
It was nothing like the tender, lingering warmth of Qi Yunheng's usual gaze.
His steps faltered, and he stiffly turned his head.
At a glance,
he thought he saw a hideous monster.
He jolted in fright, abruptly released the other man's hand, and sprang more than a dozen feet away.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief.
His voice trembled with accusation. "Who are you?"
Where was A-Heng?
Where was his A-Heng?
Without waiting for an answer, Xiao Yu hurriedly took out a fire striker and looked around.
"A-Heng, where are you?" he called.
"A-Heng!"
"I am your A-Heng."
"Qi Yunheng" approached him. "Don't you recognize me?"
Xiao Yu's pupils contracted, and he involuntarily took a step back.
The man before him looked exactly like his A-Heng, yet there was something indescribably awkward and