It was late at night, and the mountain was silent.
Although lights were on in the temple, at this time no one was expected to come.
The place felt particularly creepy and eerie.
Especially the statue of the female demon, which looked terrifying under the lights.
A figure sneaked in discreetly.
She moved swiftly with a clear target... heading straight for the tall coral tree.
An hour ago, she and Chi Xiaoyu had been here writing the names of their respective lovers...
Previously, she had memorized the positions of these Lucky Bags.
She really wanted to know whose name Yeh Cangqiong had written.
With little effort, she found the bag that Yeh Cangqiong had hung up, took it down, and hurriedly opened it for a look.
Inside, it was completely empty.
Could she have seen it wrong?
How could she be mistaken? She had deliberately remembered the position, and it was so late that no one should have come!
