Jin Mingjun woke up in a filthy, dim dungeon.
Even after being incarcerated overnight, Jin Mingjun was still not used to the unique stench of the prison in the Nepal region.
Additionally, the wounds on his lips and cheeks tugged painfully.
This made Priest Jin Mingjun somewhat regretful.
He had acted impulsively by bringing his brother along this time.
Whoosh!
In the darkness, Jin Mingjun faintly heard someone walking above and talking about something in the local dialect.
Jin Mingjun had a good memory and understood a few of the badly learned local common vocabulary words.
Ghostly God, priest, eat...
Jin Mingjun turned pale as he imagined many unpleasant scenes.
It was not that he truly believed that the temple, which had slowly garnered attention to the point of catching the priests' notice, would really summon a Ghostly God.
