Creak——
In front of an abandoned Taoist Temple for years, a woman labored to push a cart up the mountain.
The dozens of miles of mountain road would take an ordinary person a full day's journey, yet this woman managed to push the cart up the mountain alone, and on the cart was a physically disabled man.
He looked to be in his forties, with a dazed expression as if he had suffered some sort of severe fright.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, but still, the woman's face was filled with joy as she propped the man up, but upon seeing the Taoist Temple, he started yelling frantically as if seeing an evil ghost.
"There are ghosts, ghosts...ghosts ah! Let me go, let me go!"
His voice was sharp and piercing, drawing the gaze of those sitting nearby the Taoist Temple, although nobody seemed surprised, as most people who came here had a purpose.
