Boxi and the others were staying in the most secluded corner of the dilapidated temple. The temple was built against a mountain, so the thatched shed naturally leaned against the rock face—though calling it a wall was a stretch, as it was nothing more than the mountain wall itself.
No one knew how many years the temple had stood; the plaster had long since peeled away, exposing the bare rock.
Previously, it had been covered by overgrown weeds, so Xie Qiqi hadn't noticed the color of the rock face. Now that she had pulled the weeds away, she saw a pale, yellowish expanse.
Chapter 147