But he couldn't comprehend the meaning of the third phrase. When facing despair, go upward—what was it asking him to ascend? Was it asking him to enter this small temple in front of him that looked off? But if it were just about entering, why wouldn't it say, when facing despair, enter or proceed?
"Fu Jue Temple..." Nalan Shuo took a deep breath.
"Mr. Nalan, what exactly is this place?" Standing in front of the temple, Fang Zhou didn't even dare to breathe heavily, feeling a strong sense of evil from this place.
"This isn't a temple; Fu Jue Temple is just a name. This is a shelter built for the homeless Lost Souls and Wild Ghosts nearby. You can think of it as... a Ghost Shrine." Nalan Shuo's voice was very low, as if worried about disturbing something here.
As soon as the words "Ghost Shrine" were spoken, a chilling wind suddenly swept through the courtyard, making Fang Zhou shiver involuntarily and look around in panic.
