The abandoned temple was rather dilapidated, yet there was little dust on its threshold. It seemed to stand forever, unshaken by the howling wind and torrential rain.
Lü Cong knocked Xu Jiaojiao unconscious again and laid her on the bed, then left his lodgings and retraced his steps to the temple.
The ruined temple had no name, only a large, gilded Buddha statue.
He crouched near the entrance without venturing deeper inside.
He wrinkled his nose as a heavy smell of rust washed over him. His eyes flickered, and after some thought, he decided against investigating the statue's secrets.
After all, he was only a Sequence 8.
He had returned because he had pumped the village chief for information. From what the man had said, Lü Cong had cleverly deduced that something was bound to happen at the temple tonight.
Tap, tap, tap!
Footsteps carried through the wind and rain. Lü Cong narrowed his eyes, his heart skipping a beat. Sure enough, someone had come...
He huddled in on himself even more. Before long, he saw a young villager struggling through the downpour, carrying a corpse with a bleeding forehead on his back.
Lü Cong slipped behind the door. Through the crack, he watched the young man dump the corpse in front of the Buddha statue.
Then the young man took out a large cloth sack.
What was he doing?
Lü Cong furrowed his brow.
"Huh?"
Lu Ming knelt and kowtowed three times, striking his forehead against the floor, only to find that the statue showed no response.
"Is the God of Wealth not eating anymore?"
He puzzled over it, but before he could stand, the corpse on the floor suddenly moved.
A-Huang sprang to his feet and slammed a fist into Lu Ming's chin. The blow left Lu Ming