In the carriage, Qingran felt uneasy.

Although Dong Ming is also afraid, he is a man.

If I was so panicked, I might not be able to fulfill my grandmother's instructions.

And why, despite being told not to go to the Yuelao Temple in the east, were they allowed to go now?

With many questions in her mind, Dong Ming grabbed Qingran's hand.

At this time, Qingran’s eyes were filled with tears:

"That...what happened to that old beggar?"

"Are those ghosts?"

Dong Ming shook his head:

"I have no idea."

"But...since grandma is so serious, I'm afraid..."

Immediately, Dong Ming asked:

"Old man, how long does it take to get to Yuelao Temple?"

However, the coachman outside did not speak.

But the sound of the horse-drawn carriage and the screeching sound of the wheels spinning rapidly never stopped.

Dong Ming's heart "thumped" for a moment.

Why is no one talking outside?

Qingran also noticed the problem. Just as he was about to speak, Dong Ming covered his mouth.

He shook his head in warning.

Immediately, Dong Ming carefully moved to the door of the carriage and quietly opened the curtain.

Outside, the coachman was slightly hunched over, and the fast horse was also galloping.

Everything seems to be normal.

However, the smell of blood that hit his nostrils made Dong Ming's eyes show a look of horror.

If you look closely, you will see that the coachman's body is hunched over, and his head is gone!

The strange dark red color at the collar is exactly the blood seeping out!

Suddenly, an upside-down woman's face appeared in front of the curtain.

Half of that woman's face was just bones, and half of her face was painted with makeup. She vaguely... looked somewhat similar to Qingran!

She grinned, and maggots crawled and squirmed from her empty eye sockets.

"ghost!"

"It's those female ghosts just now!"

Dong Ming grabbed Qingran.

At this moment, Dong Ming didn't know where he got the strength, so he kicked out subconsciously, and actually kicked a hole directly in the back of the carriage!

"Husband, you!"

Qingran's name made Dong Ming tremble all over.

Why is this title so familiar?

However, I couldn't care too much at this time.

"Qingran, come with me!"

Dong Ming hugged Qingran and jumped directly towards the hole. The two of them rolled several times in the snow before stopping.

And on the carriage, the blood-stained turquoise wedding dress, and the headless coachman, drove straight towards the city gate.

Dong Ming stood up staggeringly, and the clothes on his body were worn out a lot during the rolling process.

"Husband, you are bleeding!" Qingran's face looked distressed.

"I'm fine." At this moment, Dong Ming felt as if he was himself, but also as if...not himself.

However, he couldn't care less.

"This location..."

Dong Ming looked around:

"Fortunately, it's not far from Yuelao Temple!"

"Qingran, let's go quickly!"

With that said, he pulled Qingran up and the two of them ran quickly in the snow.

Qingran sobbed softly.

A wedding ended up like this.

However, what is more frightening in my heart is the winter darkness.

He didn't know why the old beggar wanted to kill him and why he wanted to take Qingran away.

But... that kind of weird method, and the female ghosts who hang themselves one after another, can grandma really solve it by herself?

Dong Ming gritted his teeth tightly and panicked in his heart.

The only way is to break the so-called tablet.

Then can I and Qingran catch up?

…

Finally, Dong Ming and Qing Ran both arrived at their destination.

"Is it...here?"

Dong Ming gasped and looked at the dilapidated temple in front of him in surprise.

It can still be vaguely seen that the Yuelao Temple is indeed exactly the same as the Huashen Temple in the south.

However, the wall tiles are covered with moss and vines, and the plaque tiles have also faded, looking like they have numerous spots.

The two looked at each other, suppressed the fear in their hearts, and slowly opened the door of Yuelao Temple.

"Squeak..."

The harsh sound of the door opening.

A mouse suddenly emerged from the crack in the door.

Qingran was startled and just about to scream, Dong Ming covered her mouth again.

"We... must try not to make as much noise as possible now."

"No one knows if there will be any danger in Yue Lao Temple."

"Qingran, hold still."

"Believe me!"

Looking at Dong Ming's eyes, Qingran nodded tremblingly.

"You're behind me."

Dong Ming held Qingran's hand and quietly opened the door a little further.

After the two entered, they saw an empty courtyard in front of them.

There seemed to be a flower garden in the middle, but there was nothing in it.

Seeing this, Dong Ming quietly closed the temple door again.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look."

The two of them walked around the empty flowerbed. Dong Ming guessed...this was originally where the peach tree was planted.

In the first Yuelao Hall, the statue of Yuelao stands there.

The painted parts of the body also have some signs of fading.

That kind and gentle face actually added a touch of eerieness.

The incense burner in front of me has long been covered with spider webs, and the entire temple exudes a damp and musty smell.

"The spiritual place..." Qingran looked around and said, "Husband, there is only one magical table here that can put things."

"There's nothing!"

Dong Ming nodded, looked at the statue of Yue Lao in front of him, and frowned.

He always felt that... there seemed to be something wrong with the Yue Lao God Statue, but he couldn't pinpoint the specific problem.

"Qingran, since we're not here, let's go to the Flower Temple behind to have a look."
To be continued...