The old village chief smiled gently, and then, shaking his head, he sighed, "It seems that you know our village better than I thought."
"Good, since you are ready, then, let's set off."
As soon as the old village chief's words fell, he waved his big hand and took the lead towards the outside, and behind him, Lei Gong and a group of other old men followed closely behind him.
Wang Simin nodded at Ning Yue, and a group of more than twenty people, in a vast manner, also followed.
All along the way, the crowd did not pit a sound, and in the silence of the night, only the sound of footsteps and rapid breathing could be heard.
The night was dark and quiet, the bright moon overhead showing only a small tail, scattering a faint afterglow in the pitch blackness, unable to illuminate, but only adding a few moments of eeriness to the night.
Passing through several houses from the centre, the group came to a house not far away next to it.
Compared to the other houses, this one was much larger in terms of size, being several times taller and wider than the others.
Even the biggest house, the village headman's house, was at least a full circle smaller than it!
However, although it was big, the place was in a state of disrepair. Looking up, by the light of the moon, one could see that the roof had already been pierced through several eyes, leaving only the remains of the body and four lonely walls to barely support the main structure.
It is not too much to say that this kind of house is in danger.
"Ancestral hall!"
Ning Yue frowned slightly and gently looked at the plaque hanging diagonally from the door of this large house, and could not help but murmur.
Hearing Ning Yue's voice, Mo Yang and the others also slightly could not help but look up, and for a moment was confused.
"Is this the village's ancestral hall?" Knife Twelve said with a frown.
The old village chief stopped himself slightly, "Exactly."
"Shit, even if you say he's a righteous village I think it's shabby, but it's actually a shrine." Knife Twelve spoke directly, without the slightest concealment, he said what was on his mind straight away.
Mo Yang hurriedly pushed his arm shaft against this guy and glared out of the corner of his eyes, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Did I say something wrong?" Knife Twelve muttered in aggravation.
Generally speaking, if there was no ancestral hall in the village, naturally there was no need to say much, but if there was a special ancestral hall, then at least it meant that the village had a respectless reverence for the ancestors.
But in such cases, even if the village is poor, it will often not treat the ancestral hall badly.
Even if it is not opulent, but at least it is shiny and bright, but here is good ......
Shit, it's practically nothing!
And even, naughty to add messy and dirty!
Not to mention that Dagger Twelve couldn't help but spit out, even Mo Yang himself, was inwardly speechless for a while.
"Go in." The old village chief said softly and took the first step in.
With the old wooden door creaking with a lazy bark, the entire ancestral hall was completely opened.
A cloud of dust filled the room like old smoke, choking many people and causing them to cover their noses and blow on the spot.
Inside the house, the rags are not surveyed, cobwebs are all over the place, the ground is already overgrown with weeds, mixed with some long-rotted wood as well as broken tiles, you say no one has been in for ten years, there is absolutely no doubt.
"This place ......" Even Ning Yue, who was a bit more steady and subtle, was frowning lightly at this point.
The musty smell had almost reached the point of being pungent, and the central divine throne, which was originally dedicated to a spirit tablet, was completely covered in cobwebs, with several decayed spirit tablets lying there in a mishmash.
The old village headman slowly stopped, and several old men stood in due course on either side of him.
"The place is here, and the lock will be here, but I ask one last time, are you really sure?"
"Shit, does this place look like it has a lock? You just hang a lock, that lock is worth more than this room, right?" Knife Twelve muttered in a small voice.
"Wouldn't it be unlockable if you took the key?" Wang Simin said blandly.
"Good." The old village chief nodded, and then, looked up at Lei Gong and the others.
Lei Gong responded a little and withdrew to lean towards the wall around the ancestral hall, after which they each crouched down, turning their backs to everyone, not knowing what they were up to.
"Since your mind is made up, then open up." The old village chief said softly, after which, with a slight closing of his eyes.
The next second!
Boom!!!
The entire ancestral hall suddenly swayed wildly, and the ground also shook with a fierce distance glance, and the central place even slowly cracked directly ......