Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

When the heavy rain fell, they just arrived in front of the small temple.

But before he got close to there, Yu Qianlin felt unwell.

He quickly stopped and looked forward.

Indeed, the three ugly characters "Temple of Mold" were written on the plaque of the temple.

Seeing him stop, Song Zhili urged him, "Master, the rain is getting heavy, hurry in!"

Even if Yu Qianlin didn't want to go in at this moment, he had to bite the bullet and go in.

If he said he was leaving at this time, his disciple would definitely become suspicious.

After entering the small temple, Song Zhili immediately jumped off the other person's back.

He first wrung the water out of the clothes of the person in front of him, and then began to wring his own.

"Luckily we left in time, otherwise we would be soaked to the skin by now."

He spoke for a long time but the other party didn't respond.

Song Zhili felt strange, so he stood up and walked to Yu Qianlin.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

He reached out and grabbed the other person's arm, only to find that his master's body was actually shaking slightly.

His heart instantly tensed up, "Master?"

Yu Qianlin quickly shook off the other person's hand and shouted in a trembling voice: "Don't... don't touch me!"

Song Zhili felt heartbroken when he saw this, and he walked over again and gently held the other person's face.

He wanted to take off the mask, but the other party grabbed his wrist tightly and prevented him from moving.

Yu Qianlin turned his face away and his body shook even more violently.

"No... I can't watch it, it's disgusting..."

Song Zhili frowned and said, "Why can't I see it? I've never disliked you, so if you don't let me see it, you should at least tell me your situation!"

Yu Qianlin suddenly hugged his body, he slowly squatted down and curled himself up.

"This place... this place is so scary, I'm scared..."

Is this place scary?

Song Zhili really hasn't had time to observe the situation inside since he came in.

The thing that could scare Master like this, could there be a ghost in this dilapidated temple?

He looked around and found that every wall here was covered with words and paintings.

Even the statues of gods enshrined in the temple were missing arms and legs, and even their faces were scratched beyond recognition.

When Song Zhili felt something was wrong, he immediately ran to the first wall and began to look at the calligraphy and paintings carefully.

Five hundred years ago, there was a god who was in charge of the destiny of all things. He was worshipped by mankind as the greatest god, and statues of this god were placed in almost every place on earth.

At that time, the God of Fortune was considered a perfect existence in the hearts of human beings.

Until one day, the destiny of the entire world was suddenly disrupted, and everyone's cheeks were ulcerated beyond recognition.

They knelt before the statue and kowtowed, begging the God of Fortune to save them, but in the end they got an even worse result.

Human beings gradually became disappointed with the God of Fortune. They stopped worshipping him and instead went to the statue to insult and slander him.

Such a purgatory world with disrupted fortune lasted for a long time, and the God of Fortune later became the God of Bad Luck in the eyes of humans.

Gods who lose the worship of humans will be cast down to the mortal world.

The fate of the God of Bad Luck after he fell into the mortal world was to be captured by humans and subjected to various beatings, scoldings and humiliation.

Later, a saying came from somewhere, which was that the more ruthless they were to the God of Bad Luck, the better their luck would be.

After this sentence spread, humans began to follow suit one by one. All those who had used a knife to cut the flesh and blood of the God of Miserables, their faces and fortunes all returned to their original appearance.

This went on for a hundred years, and the God of Might finally gave up on life and died.

Song Zhili gently stroked one of the paintings with his fingers. Looking at the person kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help but feel shortness of breath and heartache.

The kneeling man in the painting is shirtless, with his body stabbed with knives of varying lengths, and his flesh has been basically gouged out to the bone.

There was another man standing in front of him, holding a knife and cutting the flesh on his cheek.

The God of Bad Luck was born with white hair and had a stunning face that no one could match.

Because he was the only white-haired immortal at that time, later on, anyone who was born with white hair would be called an alien by others.

Naturally, no one would like such a person.

Song Zhili couldn't help but look at Yu Qianlin. Seeing him curled up on the ground and shivering, he finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

No wonder Master is regarded as an alien, no wonder he has always been unpopular...

No wonder he was so scared before and asked himself if he didn't like gray hair...

Song Zhili's eyes suddenly turned red, and he quickly ran to the other person and hugged him in his arms.

He gently patted the man's back and said soothingly, "Don't be afraid, Master. Even if everyone in this world despises you, I will stand by your side. You have done nothing wrong. It is not you who is wrong."

Yu Qianlin leaned in the other's arms, feeling the heartbeat again and again, and he finally chose to take off the mask.

A tear mixed with blood rolled down to Song Zhili's lapel, staining a large area of his clothes red in an instant.

Song Zhili reached out and touched the other person's cheek, but ended up getting blood on his hand.

He was so frightened that his body trembled. He thought the other party was just frightened, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

He quickly pushed the person away and looked at the face of the person in front of him.

The left half of Yu Qianlin's face was now festered beyond recognition, and for some unknown reason the scars on the right half of his face were bleeding as if the flesh had just been cut off.

It’s really scary when I say scary.

But now, in Song Zhili's eyes, there was only endless heartache.

Yu Qianlin lowered his head in fear. He knew that he looked horrible and disgusting in this state.

He actually didn't want the other party to see this scene.

But his Ali will have to know the truth one day.

I can't keep lying to him like this for the rest of my life.

Song Zhili gently wiped the other person's eyes and asked in an extremely gentle voice: "Does it hurt?"

His lips couldn't stop trembling, and he knew very well that he was asking a question that he already knew the answer to.

If it didn't hurt, how could someone who never cries cry so easily?

Yu Qianlin originally wanted to say that it didn’t hurt, but looking at the other person’s red eyes, he finally nodded.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

It really hurts, the pain goes deep into my bones and ferments into my flesh and blood.

But this was also the first time that he truly revealed his vulnerability to someone.

Song Zhili felt heartbroken when he heard this. He quickly wiped away his tears but still put on a forced smile.

"Does Master have any relationship with that God of Fortune? Don't worry, I will definitely not despise you. I just want to know more about you..."