Xi Temple was decorated festively, giving a warm and comfortable feeling as soon as one entered, unconsciously relaxing one's guard.
"Don't let your guard down." Fu Shu's neck hair stood on end: "Everything in Zhemeng Town is an illusion, for example, the wedding invitation on the wall could actually be a patient's brain, or like an extinguished lamp, it might represent a cruel experiment about Xi Xian."
Gao Ming nodded slightly, scanning the Xi Temple. The first floor had no abnormalities, except that the candle flames had gone out, turning all the bright red decorations a dark red.
Following the wooden staircase tied with ribbons upwards, the dangers of ghosts and monsters Gao Ming imagined did not appear; he faced no obstruction and effortlessly reached the second floor.
