On the outskirts of the city, the City God Temple.
Honestly, Chuzheng couldn't really tell this was a temple.
Outside, wild grass and various noises almost reached the top of the wall.
Only a vague outline could still be discerned.
Chuzheng was sitting on the city wall right now, looking inside.
Inside the dilapidated temple.
A man squatted in the center, holding a sword, the blade pointed right at the throat of someone lying on the ground.
From some distance, Chuzheng couldn't make out the expression of the person on the ground.
The fire in the ruined temple burned, making cracking and popping sounds.
The shadows of the two people were cast beside them, swaying with the flames.
Chuzheng: I think he's fine; where does he need rescuing?
[Little Miss, no matter what it is, you can't just look at the surface, you have to see the essence through the surface.]
Chuzheng: Are you saying I should dissect him? That... doesn't sound very appropriate.
