The night descended quietly, like thick ink, completely enveloping Hanshan Temple in an atmosphere that was tranquil yet eerie.
The Rebirth Pagoda of Hanshan Temple, under the cold moonlight, cast long, twisted shadows, appearing particularly mysterious and bizarre.
Shi Feiyang stood tall and upright, like a majestic mountain. Along with Yili, Qi Meizhen, Xie Wen, Gongsun Ren, and others, having heard that this place might be intricately linked to the case, they hurried over under cover of night, with a steadfast determination to solve the mystery.
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, gleaming in the night; his steady steps set a confident rhythm, his entire presence exuded a strong aura of reassurance, as if nothing was insurmountable with him around.
As they approached the Rebirth Pagoda, a sudden eerie and horrendous sound of ghostly cries shattered the night's silence, reaching everyone's ears.
