Longyan Temple, Main Hall.
At the moment when the head of the Buddha statue shattered, Sun Hang only felt a blur before his eyes. When he came back to his senses, the surrounding scene had completely changed.
A scent of steam wafted into Sun Hang's nostrils first, followed by the sounds of children playing, chasing each other.
The humidity in the air was high, with a slight chill unique to the morning. Street vendors along the road were balancing a stack of steamers taller than a person, swaying as they placed them onto homemade coal stoves modified from gasoline barrels.
This scene looked very familiar to Sun Hang.
He found himself back on the morning of hunting the New Year Beast.
He raised his wrist, glanced at the time displayed on his bracelet, and found that the screen was nothing but garbled text.
"..."
