Under the gaze of Mouchi Yingzhong and Magong Yongshi, Mr. Temple was coming step by step from the wooden path.
What surrounded him was not the aura of death, but an overwhelming amount of good spirits.
When he stepped out of the wooden path, these good spirits turned into glowing lights and dispersed in all directions.
"What were you saying just now?" Mr. Temple gave a strange look at Mouchi Yingzhong.
He had just come back from the Yellow Springs and heard Mouchi Yingzhong muttering words like 'Beichuan God' and 'afterlife'.
Although he didn't hear the details, Mr. Temple could roughly guess the meaning.
Isn't this just wishing for his death?
Seeing Mr. Temple questioning, Mouchi Yingzhong couldn't help but widen her eyes and subconsciously blurted out:
"Lord God, why aren't you dead yet?"
"????"
Without hesitation, Mr. Temple reached out and knocked on Mouchi Yingzhong's head.
Ugh—
Mouchi Yingzhong instinctively covered her head, her face full of shock.
