Chapter 117 Memories

Time seems to have gone back to the last century, when I was the saint of the Moon Temple.I remember that night was as quiet as usual, without the sound of wind.I was still praying for the wolves in front of the Moon God statue, but when I was only halfway through my prayer, a strange sound interrupted my thoughts. I looked in the direction of the sound, and just under the steps of the Moon Temple, a man covered in blood and ragged clothes fell between the second and third stone steps.Every skin on his body was cut by a sharp weapon, and there was no good meat at all.The dark blood had penetrated his clothes and turned into a bloody coat.