Otherwise, Lin Mianmian's rundown Daoist Temple atop her hill barely knew two or three incomplete Taoist Skills, which hardly qualified her to take on missions with elite disciples from various sects.
The violent crime scene at the burial ground had already been cordoned off with yellow tape. The sight of the gruesomely dismembered bodies proved too much for the group of junior disciples, who were all in their early twenties; both men and women vomited uncontrollably.
The most gruesome thing Lin Mianmian had ever seen in her life was witnessing the bloody scene of chicken slaughtering in the houses at the foot of the mountain. She hardly anticipated a far more terrifying image suddenly assaulting her tender heart causing her to withstand the shock without fainting, a testimony to her robust nerves.
Meanwhile, two other girls hadn't fared well; one had legs so weak she couldn't stand straight while another had rolled her eyes back and fainted into a man's arms.
