Zhou Xiaotong waved her hand, brushing away the billowing dust, and the three of them finally got a clear look at the scene inside the Daoist Temple.
Behind the gate was a small courtyard. A gravel path led straight to a low-roofed cottage.
The dirt ground in the courtyard looked ordinary. To one side was a dried-up pond, and to the right stood a doll covered in cracks.
"Why is this Daoist Temple so strange? What's with the doll?" Lin Yiyi wondered, looking around curiously as she became the first to step into the courtyard.
"Careful!"
Zhou Xiaotong, carrying Chong Shanhu on her back, wore a solemn expression.
"That doll... there's something wrong with it!"
"Huh?" Lin Yiyi and Chen Lide exclaimed in unison, both somewhat surprised.
