Yang Lin looked up and suddenly jumped, crying out, "Who is that?"
Her heart pounded violently with fright, and it took her a long time to calm down. She had clearly noticed the divine statue upon entering, but looking at it just now, it seemed disturbingly alive.
This temple-like yet unorthodox structure was utterly dilapidated and crude, yet only this statue—through some unknown method—had been painted with such lifelike detail that not a speck of dust rested upon it. The statue's skin was fair with a flush of pink, just like that of a living person, making it rather chilling at first glance.
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