The morning sunlight poured down, penetrating through the gaps in the leaves of the trees outside the Outer Buddha Hall. A morning breeze swept through, making the leaves sway like ocean waves, shattering the light into patterns on the ground.
At this moment, the gate of the Outer Buddha Hall was wide open. A group of people gathered inside, yet there was not a trace of devout chanting. Everyone's face was filled with an ominous expression.
Kneeling on one knee on the cold bluestone slab, Yang Xiao, who was awakened early, had a heavy look on his face. In front of him now was a twisted corpse.
The corpse was bluish-black, its mouth agape, eyes bulging out, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying before its death. The body was hunched and shriveled, seemingly drained by something.
It was precisely Ahmed, who had come to the Outer Buddha Hall last night to execute a task.
