C597 You Guys will All Become Dead People

As the fatty spoke, he was about to walk in.

I grabbed him and shook my head, reminding him, "Let's go somewhere else to stay for the night."

"What? Can't we stay here?" The fatty looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"One should sleep in a desolate grave, not in a wild temple. Haven't you heard of this saying?" I whispered.

The fatty shook his head and said, "I really haven't heard of it