The whole temple was shrouded in night, extremely quiet, and the chanting of monks could be vaguely heard.

A little monk who was on watch walked on the empty gravel road with a pale face and trembling body. He had just arrived and was assigned to work on duty. He could hear chanting every night. Everyone was asleep at this time, so he knew it was the voice of the undead. As soon as he came in, someone told him the legend of the undead. .

Holding the beads in his hand ...