A group of people rushed toward Lin Xin hurriedly, their hands scattering an array of items such as talisman water and black ash, and two burly women even splashed black dog blood on Lin Xin.
With a swift dodge, Lin Xin evaded the group's assault, and in the blink of an eye, he was in a corner of the dilapidated temple.
The crowd lunged at nothing, their sundry items instead hitting the four motionless people.
The firelight dimmed for a moment, but with some of them carrying torches, the light persisted.
Lin Xin had no wish to entangle himself, but he didn't want to be wrongfully burdened with an inexplicable accusation.
"I am merely a passerby, passing by here in the middle of the night; I am not the paralysis demon you're looking for," he said.
