The atmosphere in the temple became stagnant and cold, as if everyone was frozen. After a while, they began to thaw.
Yin Meng: "Such mythical figures really exist?"
Tan Wenbin: "Meng Meng, it's normal for others to say such things, but don't you find it odd for yourself to express such feelings?"
Yin Meng: "When I was young, I saw the deeds of my ancestors as fairy tales. Besides, I haven't even seen my ancestors to this day. If it weren't for Brother Xiao Yuan, my grandfather wouldn't have been able to enter the Yin Family Ancestral Tomb."
Tan Wenbin: "Didn't you see them in a dream last time? Your ancestors even urged you to go back and burn some paper for them. It seems they cherish you."
Yin Meng rolled her eyes at Tan Wenbin, then laughed.
Run Sheng took off his blood-stained clothes and changed into clean ones.
The seawater outside had flowed into the crevice canyon, and he didn't feel like going back over the bridge for a shower, so he made do for now.
