In the dark, damp Taoist Temple, a mysterious barrier had been set up all around. Inside, there was no sense of day or night, only a dim gloom.
Only such dimness could nurture and amplify the darkest of forces.
This was atop a mountain, a seemingly long-abandoned Taoist Temple.
In contrast, there was another towering and grand Taoist Temple, the kind that would likely have numerous followers visiting regularly.
But this dilapidated little Taoist Temple was of no interest to anyone.
Within the barrier, the changes of this small, decrepit temple were completely undetectable from the outside, and naturally, no one could witness the horrifying scene within.
In the center of the barrier, a segment of withered yellow finger bone suddenly reached out, followed by an entire hand resembling white bone. The hand swiftly grasped one of the Baby Ghosts darting around. Then, in the darkness, the sound of bones crunching was heard, and the other Baby Ghosts scattered in fear.
