Ding Yiyi hesitated and nodded, feeling that since he had come here, he could not deny that he would not be a man.

The host always had a faint smile on his lips, and he turned and pushed open the door. "Then you can go in."

Ding Yiyi looked into the room for a few minutes. It was dark in the room. It was clear that it was early in the morning, but the room seemed to be abandoned by the sun.

When she stepped into the room with one foot, she suddenly remembered something like turning back. "By the way, the host, is there anyone cleaning the temple at...