Under the moonlight, in the wild grass, a pair of brand-new, western-style red dancing shoes tap danced in the night.

Moonlit night, deserted temple, red dancing shoes, solo dance.

This scene looks both absurd and weird, but also reveals an unspeakable... loneliness?

How could there be a pair of Western-style dancing shoes in the mountain temple in the Ming Dynasty?

This ruined temple is getting weirder and weirder... He squatted back quietly, waiting patiently.

As time passed by, the Wraith lying on his shoulders continued to grab his yang energy, his body became more and more stiff, and the soreness in his shoulders turned into tingling pain.

He felt that if he continued like this, he would either die from the exhaustion of his yang energy, or die from his injuries due to a broken shoulder bone.

In the agony, the dancing in the courtyard disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing still didn't dare to raise his head, and waited for a while before cautiously poking his head out and looking into the yard through the window.

The yard was filled with moonlight, the weeds stood quietly, and the strange pair of dancing shoes left.

"call......."

He breathed out a sigh of relief, and just about to stand up, his knees sank and he fell to the ground.

After the tense nerves were relaxed and the adrenaline subsided, he realized that his condition was worse than he imagined.

There was a burning pain in the shoulder, the bones seemed to be split, the knee joints were stiff, and the blood seemed to be frozen.

Tremblingly, he grabbed the bronze mirror, and in the dusty mirror, Zhang Yuanqing saw that his face was pale, sluggish, and his pupils were dim. This is not a normal person, he is clearly a sick child with exhaustion.

On the shoulder, the wraith with black lips stared at him strangely and silently.

If this continues, he will definitely die, but what can he do? He couldn't touch the wraith on his shoulder with anything.

The severe pain in the shoulder bone made him have to lean his back against the wall to support his body.

Looking sideways at the corpses of the senior workers, the postures of each corpse are exactly the same.

"So it's like this..." Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly.

He seemed to have seen his own end and heard the sigh of death.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not give up the desire to survive, his brain was still active, like an overloaded CPU, looking for hope of survival in a desperate situation.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse under the table in the main hall flashed by in the messy flow of information.

"The shoulder fractures of the two corpses are not the same. The shoulder injury of the corpse in the main hall is not fatal. Did the wraith let him go? No, it is impossible for the wraith to be merciful..."

"Why did he hide under the table..."

"The red dancing shoes followed me secretly when I entered the temple, but when I entered the main hall, it left..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's dark and turbid pupils lit up with hope.

Back to the main hall, immediately back to the main hall!

He got up immediately, and staggered out of the house. Every step he took was very difficult, as if he was carrying a big mountain.

"Plop!" JrNovels.com