His consciousness was forcefully pulled out of the thick darkness, accompanied by a sharp pain that almost tore his soul apart.
Lu Yuan opened his eyes suddenly.
The first thing I felt was the cold.
The biting coldness ran along the damp and moldy grass mat beneath him, worming its way into his limbs and bones.
Then there was pain, not just the dull pain that remained in the skull, as if it had been struck by a hammer, but deeper, between the chest and abdomen, a hot and chaotic air flow rushed left and right, like countless tiny knives scraping in the meridians.
With a sweet feeling in his throat, he turned his head and spat out another mouthful of dark red blood, which splashed on the sewage-covered ground and was quickly swallowed up by the deeper filth.
Vision gradually becomes clearer.
Above his head was the temple roof with a big hole, and the gray skylight leaked down, mixed with the continuous rain, and hit his face, which was cold.
The walls were broken and covered with cobwebs. A stone statue that had long been eroded to the point of no longer being able to see its original appearance was crooked on the altar. Its head rolled to the side, and its empty eye sockets faced the leaking sky.
The air was filled with the smell of musty, earthy smell, and the faint smell of decay coming from the distance, whether it was wild beasts or something else.
