Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, about to respond, but suddenly turned to look behind Sun Erzhuang.
"The monster you mentioned, is it that thing behind you?"
"..."
As soon as Xu Qing finished speaking, the candles in the temple suddenly extinguished, leaving only a wisp of white smoke drifting away.
Sun Erzhuang gulped, revealing a smile that was about to turn into a sob.
"Mr. Xu, please don't scare me, I have a weak heart."
"I'm not scaring you. If you don't believe me, turn around and have a look."
Sun Erzhuang stiffly turned his head. Without the candlelight, the entire hall was pitch black.
Outside, the wind and rain battered the dilapidated windows and doors, making clattering and creaking sounds.
Sun Erzhuang looked behind him and saw a flash of lightning illuminating the window of the Incense Hall.
On the window, like a shadow puppet screen, appeared a tall, thin black figure.
