A top-level boss travels through the apocalypse to raise a cute baby

Chapter 194 194. In the Hanshan Temple
The moon falls and the sky is full of frost,
Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sad to sleep.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
To the passenger ship in the middle of the night.

Seeing the Hanshan Temple in front of them, everyone thought of this poem at the same time.

Huo Huai walked up the steps, gently pushed the door open, and with a "creak", a thick layer of dust fell.

"go in."

Qiao Ziyi led Lin Shishi and walked in first.

Walking into the main hall, looking at the dim and dusty statue of Buddha in the hall, several people bowed down and worshiped.

As soon as Yu Zhiming entered, he saw a big bell in the treasure hall. He couldn't help but walk over, walked around the big clock, and then rang the big bell.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

The thick and ancient bell rang, and a sense of sadness and vicissitudes lingered in the temple.

Everyone looked at the ancient Hanshan Temple where everything was different and people were different, and it was hard to describe their feelings for a while.

"Take it away if you like it." Seeing Yu Zhiming's love for this mouthful, Jian Chengan said.

Yu Zhiming also had this intention, and said happily: "It's good to use this as a weapon, Mount Tai is overwhelming."

When they heard his words, they glanced at his slender arms and legs, and then at the big clock weighing several hundred kilograms, imagining that when he threw the big clock during the battle, he would also bring himself down. Look, ha ha laughed.

Yu Zhiming thought that everyone thought his idea was great and appreciated him, so he also laughed.

After strolling around for a while, while the sky was still bright, everyone went to the kitchen, intending to rest in the temple after eating.

Walking into the courtyard, the ground was in a mess, the water tank was broken, the pots and pans were scattered all over the place, and all the cupboards and stoves were dismantled.

In a messy kitchen, people have nowhere to go,

"It should be that the survivors in the temple were robbed."

"Forget it, let's just find an open space and set up a fire to cook."

Tian Yuanyuan shook her head and said.

The sky gradually darkened, and several people gathered around the fire, drinking pimple soup.

When Lin Shishi raised her head, she suddenly saw an old monk in robes standing behind Chen Yang.

Suddenly trembling with fright, the hot water in the bowl splashed on his hand, and hissed in pain.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Ziyi picked up her reddened hand, blew gently, and looked at Lin Shishi suspiciously.

Lin Shishi was about to speak, when she looked up, "Where's the person?"

"Who is it?" Qiao Ziyi looked up, but saw nothing.

Everyone immediately stood up vigilantly. In the dark night, there was nothing but the howling wind.

"Just now there was an old monk behind Brother Chen Yang?"

Lin Shishi said hurriedly.

"What? Dead or alive?" Chen Yang was taken aback when he heard it. He touched his neck and felt it was cool. With a loud cry, he ran to Huo Yao's side, grabbed his hand and Probe his own neck.

He asked nervously, "Is it cold?"

Huo Yao looked puzzled, he touched it vigorously, touched himself again, and shook his head: "It's not cold, don't worry, I don't have a fever."

"I don't mean a fever, I mean... oh, I can't tell, I always feel a cold on my neck."

Chen Yang was nervous for a while, looking at this ancient temple, he always felt gloomy.

Lin Shishi swallowed in fright, she was sure that she was not dazzled, she could see clearly, the old monk was expressionless, opened his eyes, and looked straight at her.

Lin Shishi insisted that she was right, and Chen Yang always felt that his neck was cold.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird, especially when the howling wind blew past the ancient ginkgo in the temple, rattling and ghostly.

Suddenly, there was a "crack", and sparks exploded from the burning firewood, and everyone who was already nervous was even more startled.

"Go, go to the wing!"

Lin Jun drank the pimple soup in the bowl in a few gulps, and walked out first with the empty bowl.

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