Xie Qiao was indeed a little scared this time.
Just like Pang Xiyuan's spirit, the ghouls in this place were probably terrible as well.
They must have a terrifying appearance and aura. The others simply could not see the appearance of those things, unlike her, who had to watch those evil things pounce on her…
The trauma that Pang Xiyuan had left on her lingered, so it was better to slow down.
Xie Qiao carried the basket on her back and was about to leave.
Elder Li's face was solemn, and he was about to leave with his men.
However, just as Li Qingyu reached the entrance of the temple, the top of the gate that had been stripped of its beam suddenly collapsed, and the old and worn-out wood smashed toward his head.
With a thud, Xie Pinggang reacted quickly and kicked Li Qingyu away, avoiding the disaster.
Xie Qiao turned around. "Although you're experiencing bad luck, you still have a benefactor around. Don't be afraid."
