Inside the silent main hall.
The click of a lighter broke the oppressive silence.
The cigarettes were lit.
In front of the incense burner, He Zheng respectfully offered three cigarettes to the statues of the Three Pure Ones, then asked Ye Lin in a low voice.
"Ye Lin, what should we do next?"
As he spoke, he sighed and glanced at the mighty Three Pure Ones.
He had no idea whether they smoked, but this was all he had.
Making an offering was at least a small gesture of sincerity. He only hoped these great Taoist deities would grant them some protection.
Still, there probably wasn't much hope. Only two or three minutes had passed since they entered, yet even he could clearly feel the darkness outside slowly encroaching on the hall.
"Search for clues first, then figure out where the escape point is."
"We still have sixty hours."
Ye Lin spoke softly. After glancing at his wristwatch, he turned his gaze to Li Tianyang.
"How much longer until you're ready to fight again?"
Li Tianyang sat cross-legged in meditation. Ever since Little Chubby died, he had fallen silent and stopped speaking. Several pills resembling medicinal elixirs rested on his legs, along with a vial of something resembling serum.
"Half an hour... fifteen minutes if I push it."
Li Tianyang's voice was hoarse and tinged with bitterness.
Zhang Xiao Peng was dead, making it difficult to replenish the life force he had expended. Fortunately, Little Chubby had handed him all the medicine before they entered the Taoist Temple.
He had also redeemed a Regeneration Potion himself. One vial cost ten points and was enough to restore him to nearly peak condition.
Ye Lin nodded without asking anything more.
Li Tianyang's ability was important. He could hold ghosts back, and even