But now, the shrine is overturned, the incense burner is broken, and the former solemnity is gone.
I cautiously stepped into the temple.
The once tranquil space was now filled with an unusual atmosphere.
In the dimly lit corner, several men and women could be seen sitting or standing, dressed in various ways.
Some were dressed in modern clothes, while others were dressed in ancient costumes.
One of them, dressed in the uniform of a Qing Dynasty soldier, was particularly eye-catching, with a long knife hanging at his waist.
But what they had in common was that their faces were as pale as paper and their eyes were empty.
At first glance, they look like actors who haven't had time to remove their makeup.
But I know in my heart that they are no longer alive.
They gathered here because of the helplessness of fate.
Most of them have long since lost their living relatives, and no one offers them sacrifices or worships; their souls wander aimlessly in this world.
The cycle of reincarnation in the underworld has its own rules, and it is not yet time for them to be reborn.
Their abilities were too weak to compete with those fierce and brutal demons for food, so they could only huddle in this dilapidated temple, waiting bitterly for the opportunity to be freed.
Sensing my arrival, these "dirty things" seemed to smell my presence and all turned their gazes toward me.
One of the female ghosts, dressed in a cheongsam from the Republican era, raised her thin, bony hand and gently beckoned to me.
The voice was high-pitched yet filled with anticipation: "Hey, newbie, come in quickly! Did your family just cook you something delicious? What's in your food box?"
Another male ghost, dressed in a tattered Zhongshan suit, looked me up and down and said, "Kid, judging by your appearance, you've brought something good? Let everyone see."
I took a deep breath, knowing that backing down at this point would be useless.
I had no choice but to grit my teeth and walk towards them step by step.
As I passed by them, I could clearly feel that they were all sniffling hard.
Its gaze was fixed on the food box in my hand, its eyes revealing greed, as if it were about to swallow the food box whole at any moment.
I instinctively tightened the food box around my neck while keeping a watchful eye on their every move.
My hand unconsciously reached for the kitchen knife that Liu Sandao had given me in my pocket.
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