Although she didn't believe in Buddha, seeing the dignified and benevolent Buddha, she instinctively prayed, praying that her grandmother was okay.
Xi Yuran's heart trembled, and seeing her praying to Buddha, he also knelt on another cushion and prayed for his grandmother.
In the corner, two suspicious figures glanced around, then took several canisters out of their bag and released them to produce billowing white smoke.
They quickly threw the smoke canisters out, then opened the second one, the third one.
Their actions were quick, and within just a few seconds, the hall was filled with smoke.
"There's a fire, it's on fire."
Voices came from somewhere, and soon many people ran out of the temple.
Smoke poured out from inside, instantly filling the building with thick fog, frightening people into scattering in all directions.
Lan Xin Ai was startled by the shouts of the crowd, opened her eyes to a thick white mist, unable to see even the shapes of people clearly.
