Ming Shu thought that the little fairy was there, but it wasn’t.
But inside the coffin..
Ming Shu stepped on the steps and went up Wuliang Mountain. A corner of the Taoist temple was faintly revealed. She walked a few steps casually and suddenly stopped.
No..
Why Is It so quiet?
The only sound left was the sound of her feet stepping on the dead leaves.
She couldn’t even hear the chirping of insects and birds. There was a strange sense of death.
Ming Shu looked at the Taoist temple again. She walked up slowly and pushed open the half-closed door.
The Little Devil who liked to play in the yard was nowhere to be seen.
When she stepped into the yard, she felt a chill.
It went from the soles of her feet to her forehead.
Her hair stood on end, and she felt a chill down her spine.
Shua --
Ming Shu suddenly turned her body to the side, grabbed the broom used to sweep the floor, and swept it back.
