"What are you thinking about?" Nan Song looked at Bai Di and blurted out subconsciously.
Bai Di was slightly startled, pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
After a long while, he slowly said:
"...No, I'm not thinking about anything. But what do you think I should be thinking about?"
Nan Song frowned and muttered to himself: Why is this guy so mysterious?
She curled her lips, decided not to dwell on this issue, and complained instead:
"What on earth does that old man mean? I'm completely convinced! Is our mission just to follow him like an idiot? What the hell is that?"
As he spoke, Nansong still unconsciously cursed himself in his heart:
Oh, why should I be afraid of him! He is the one I asked to help me, so logically, no matter what he does, he should listen to me!
Perhaps the dissatisfaction on her face was too obvious, Bai Di turned his head, glanced at her lightly, and then remained silent.
After being looked at like this, Nan Song immediately became as deflated as a ball and wilted.
She turned her head away helplessly and began to stare at the scene in front of her intently.
At the same time, the man wrapped in robes was standing not far away, also staring at the magnificent building infatuatedly.
Due to the obstruction of his robe, his face and expression could not be seen clearly, but from his slightly trembling body and pious posture, one could feel that he had deep respect and admiration for this building.
It seemed as if even the brilliance of the sun and the moon had become dim at this moment and could not be compared with it.
After a long time, the man in the mysterious robe gradually calmed down.
I saw him stretch out a trembling hand, slowly reaching into his arms, groping for something.
His hands were shaking violently, as if in great fear or shock, and as his movements intensified, every piece of fabric trembled violently like a leaf in the wind.
At this moment, Nan Song had already recovered from his initial shock.
Her eyes were sharp, closely watching every move of the mysterious figure in front of her.
Suddenly, she was surprised to find that among the shaking clothes, countless fine powders were falling like snowflakes.
These powders are extremely fine and difficult to detect without careful observation.
The fine powder seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and quickly merged into the layer of mist that filled the surrounding area.
However, what was shocking was that as this process took place, the robed figure that was originally hidden in the clouds and mist actually aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Why are you still standing there? Come in now!"
Suddenly, a hoarse and angry roar echoed all around.
The voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying with it endless resentment and dissatisfaction.
Even though his voice had become so hoarse and unpleasant, the majesty and coldness contained in it still chilled people's hearts. This person's words were sharp and showed no mercy to anyone.
"I really don't understand why he chose a bunch of idiots like you! I just hope his decision this time doesn't turn out to be a fatal mistake!"
The mysterious man's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of everyone present.
"Let's go! Don't wait any longer. If the guy up there gets angry, none of us will be able to escape!"
The robed man scolded in a low voice with a gloomy expression, waving his wide sleeves impatiently, then turned around and hurriedly walked towards the temple gate.
Nan Song, who was standing aside, was shocked and thought to himself:
"Uh... who on earth is this big shot that's popping up again? Why is he so hurried and impatient? I'm really impressed. He feels like a robot. I'm even wondering if there's something wrong with me."
An invisible pressure surged into her heart, making her feel extremely worried.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his inner anxiety, then raised his feet and followed the robed man inside.
Bai Di, who followed at the end, remained silent the entire time, like a silent sculpture.
However, if you look closely at his back as he walks, you can spot a clue - his steps are a little stiff, and his body is slightly leaning forward, as if all the muscles in his body are tensed to the extreme, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.
That posture of being ready to strike is like a sword about to be unsheathed, which cannot be underestimated.
From a distance, the temple appears extremely luxurious and opulent, with colorful clouds swirling around it and golden paint meticulously painted on the building, making it sparkle.
But when Nan Song actually stepped in, he was hit by a biting coldness and chill.
The interior of the entire temple uses purple and crow's nest as the main colors, while stone gray and plantain are used as auxiliary colors, cleverly embellished in every corner.
Those seemingly subtle layouts are all composed of these two colors. Although there is no trace of black, they successfully create a solemn, dignified atmosphere that makes people feel awe.
This place is so empty and lonely that it is difficult to find even a single decoration.
All that could be seen were the runes meticulously carved from silver paint on the beams and pillars.
These runes appear rather sloppy at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one can discover that every line and every turn are so clear and distinct, as if the sculptor was afraid of leaving any bad impression on people, and carved every stroke and every line to perfection.
Two huge gauze curtains like smoke and fog, like two soft barriers, surround and intertwine to form a circular area.
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