Upon getting into the car with the eight-armed, eight-eyed wood carving, Feng Xiuye gave an address. The driver immediately set out, knowing the route like the back of his hand.
They got onto the highway, exited, then drove up a mountain road for over two hours.
At first, Feng Xiuye casually put the wood carving next to him while he sat in the backseat. But he found his eyes constantly drawn to it, and he couldn't help but think of the ghastly eight-armed, eight-eyed creature from the dream. Eventually, he took off his coat and covered it up.
Only when he saw through the car window a small, unobtrusive temple outside, he finally relaxed a little and picked up the jacket-covered wood carving to get off the car.
The temple seemed to be lacking in worshippers, so much that it could be called deserted. It was three in the afternoon, but there wasn't a single pilgrim to be seen, and no one attended to the entrance.
