Staring at Aisha and Shari with their heads bowed, Yang Xiao suddenly felt a strange envy in his heart. It seemed that tonight, in this temple, they were the only ones who could sleep peacefully.
Of course, the premise is that they are really human, not ghosts.
His thoughts were chaotic. Inevitably, Yang Xiao's mind wandered, sorting out the information he had gathered since coming to this world.
Time passed by slowly, and the night deepened. Amidst it, Yang Xiao heard the sound of clappers a few times, but it wasn't clear.
It was probably due to the distance; the drumming monk hadn't come to their side. The direction of the sound was north, where another team was located.
Meanwhile, the other team in the north zen room had been awakened and were packing up to set off.
Datou was meticulously inspecting stick after stick of incense, even though he had checked them before resting. But his life was at stake, and he had to be cautious.
