Time ticked away by the minute and second, yet the screams lingered, one after another.
Shanxing huddled in the blanket, desperately counting the seconds.
He didn't know how long it had been when a rooster crowed, and the brilliant sunlight beamed from the east, filtering through the window into Shanxing's room.
As the rooster crows, the world turns light, and the terrible screams vanished instantly, as if they had never existed.
Shanxing carefully peeked out from under the blankets, and upon seeing the bright outdoors, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, having endured another night.
"I wonder which senior brother met with misfortune last night," Shanxing murmured to himself.
The lurking demon seemed to regard this group of monks as captive food, killing one every three days.
Sure enough, a cry of pain echoed through the temple, and upon entering, a monk was found dead in his room, his chest hollowed out, his heart taken by the demon.