If it’s a disease, then this disease is too terrifying.
At this mont, as the rain lessens, the few pieces of skin on the ground seem even more sinister.
Duan Yun used a knife to pick up the few pieces of human skin and set them ablaze, causing them to crackle loudly.
Murong couldn’t help but move away from the fire, as he had the illusion that the skin would scream and crawl out of the fire.
Looking at the environnt of the temple, it’s unknown how long it has been abandoned, and these pieces of skin seem to have been here for a long ti, yet they still look very new.
The fact that these skins had been here for many years, exposed to wind and sun, yet still so clean without much mud and dust on them, made Duan Yun and Murong feel uncomfortable.
After the commotion by Duan Yun and Murong in the side hall, only a small area remained for taking shelter from the rain.
With this ghostly weather, it’s impossible to continue traveling today.
Originally it was a boring ti hiding from the rain, but these strange pieces of skin provided them with so excitent.
Duan Yun glanced at Murong and said, "This broken temple is quite interesting, want to explore?"
If ordinary people saw such bizarre and sinister human skin in this deserted old temple, they would probably have run away long ago.
Or rather, the first ti the human skin poked out its head, they would have been scared half to death and fled.
But Duan Yun and Murong are not ordinary people.
Especially Duan Yun, although he felt instinctive fear, he liked the thrill even more.
The more bizarre and eerie the situation, the more excited he beca, as if he was in an adventurous ga.
Murong was actually a bit hesitant; indeed, whether it’s spending a rainy night in a deserted temple or exploring the secrets of this eerie temple, it was considered a taboo in Martial World.
Duan Yun said, "If there is really so evil demon harming people here, as a Young Hero, it is my duty to clear them out. Never mind, you better rest so more."
At that mont, Murong stood up suddenly, his green hair fluttering, his face full of heroic spirit, saying, "Who are you looking down on? It sounds like you think I, Murong, am inferior to you, Young Hero Duan."
Saying so, he quickly moved ahead of Duan Yun towards the deeper part of the temple.
The scale of the temple seed small, yet it appeared quite deep and secluded.
Behind the temple was a stone staircase built along the mountain.
On both sides of the staircase stood towering pagodas.
The stone staircase had long been overgrown with weeds, and the pagodas were even more unntionable; hidden under the weeds, they looked like a series of dilapidated elongated n.
In this rainy weather, everything appeared gloomy and eerie.
Murong gripped the Green Jade Blade, walking step by step upwards.
It was evident that he was on high alert.
They had already burned those pieces of skin.
They looked sinister, but from beginning to end, besides looking eerie, they showed no other harm, but this did not allow anyone to let down their guard.
If those skins were really as Duan Yun speculated, shed from a Monk, where is the Monk now?
Thinking about a Monk shedding his skin like a snake between the rooftops and tree branches, that image is undoubtedly terrifying.
Could the dilapidation and abandonnt of this temple also be related to the sinister shedding?
If that Monk is still alive, still in this temple?
At this thought, Murong gripped the Green Moon Saber tighter, his hair also reflecting a greenish sheen.
At the end of the stairs was a courtyard surrounded by buildings.
In the courtyard stood an ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, under the tree was a stone table and two stone benches.
There was an already rotten broom hanging on the tree, from this view, this place must have been where the monks lived before.
The houses here were even more dilapidated, half of the roofs had collapsed, and the roofs that hadn’t collapsed were covered in tall grass.
Duan Yun and Murong looked into these rooms, inside it was very dark, and a musty sll wafted out.
Inside the houses were so simple furnishings, such as tables and beds.
Duan Yun entered one of the rooms and found that the rotten bed had a pitch-black quilt, with so black and white bugs wriggling inside, looking extrely disgusting.
Seeing this scene, Murong beca even more certain of his guess and said, "This temple didn’t deteriorate slowly."
"How so?"
"There are blankets and monk robes in these rooms; if the temple had deteriorated slowly, the monks would have at least taken these items with them."
Duan Yun said, "You an that sothing terrible must have happened in the temple at that ti, causing the monks to flee without taking these items."
Murong looked at the ancient tree and said, "Maybe they didn’t even have ti to run before they died."
After saying this, he himself couldn’t help but shrink his neck, as if those dead monks’ resentful spirits were all around, secretly watching them.
Duan Yun said, "If they died here, there should at least be so bones, it’s not like the bones could have been eaten, right?"
He was just making an offhand example, yet Murong could not help but feel that it might indeed be a possibility, making this place seem even more bizarre.
It was for the sake of being a young hero, and to accompany the unorthodox Old Demon Duan, that he was willing to co to such a place.
After looking around, the two indeed found no bones.
"It seems your guess might be wrong, the monks must have left a long ti ago. As for why they didn’t take their clothes or blankets, perhaps the monks in this temple were wealthy, only taking gold and silver treasures with them. With gold and silver, one can buy anything," Duan Yun analyzed.
Murong found this reasoning sowhat plausible.
In fact, he was also happy to accept this conjecture, as it at least suggested that there had been no bloody or tragic incidents here, making the place less ominous.
At this point, the adventure ga of the two young heroes should have ended.
Murong simply wanted to go back and roast so at to eat, but at this mont, Duan Yun suddenly stopped and said, "What’s that sound?"
Murong perked up his ears and listened closely. At first, he only heard the sound of the wind and rain, and the noise of rainwater dripping from trees to the ground, but soon, he noticed sothing was off.
Swish swish swish...
Sounds similar to that of silkworms eating mulberry leaves erged in the courtyard.
Why would there be mulberry trees and silkworms here?
At this ti, Duan Yun approached an ancient tree.
Looking from here, the tree was so thick several people together could not embrace it. It had lush foliage that covered the sky, making it difficult to discern its variety.
But the sound was indeed louder here.
Murong, puzzled, said: "In the tree?"
He quickly looked towards the trunk and started tapping it lightly.
Suddenly, with a snap, he tore off a piece of bark near the tree roots, revealing a dark hollow.
Murong, looking at this hollow, said, "It’s hollow underneath this tree."
Sure enough, the rustling sound beca even more distinct.
This noise was actually coming from below.
Through the hollow, vague hints of steps could be seen.
This could only an one thing—it was the secret chamber of the temple.
Duan Yun gave Murong a look that clearly ant—"Shall we go down and take a look?"
Although just a novice in the Martial World, Duan Yun understood well enough that entering an abandoned temple and exploring such secrets was considered a big taboo in the Martial World.
Unfortunately, he could not resist.
Just like the chest in the water, it seed like a plethora of seductive, scantily clad temptresses in silk stockings, the people who were unaffected or had a clear mind could resist temptation, but others definitely couldn’t sleep without finding out.
Regrettably, he was clearly the latter.
He couldn’t resist this temptation, just like every year in the Martial World, many die from being spectators, yet it never lacks bloodthirsty spectators.
More so, there might be treasures and secret books below, and perhaps a beautiful girl waiting to be rescued.
After all, it’s not sothing new for perverted monks to imprison beauties.
Most importantly, if there were Evil Demons below, he, a young hero who detested evil, surely couldn’t just ignore it and not refine them, right?
Thus, Duan Yun lit a Fire Stick and proceeded downwards.
Murong followed closely behind.
Below was a set of stone steps.
The steps quickly ca to an end.
Upon reaching the bottom, Duan Yun even felt like returning ho.
Is this a cellar?
A not-so-small cellar.
This cellar, seemingly endless, appeared to be much larger than his.
Ahead, the rustling noise continued.
Here, it sounded more like countless insects with nurous legs climbing, which made it all the more eerie.
Without any hesitation, Dharma Image appeared behind Duan Yun.
The Dharma Image kept changing, sotis as Little Yu, sotis as the Twin-tailed Boxer.
And Murong, with his face and hair turning green under the light of the Fire Stick, shed well with this Ghostly environnt.
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