Pushing open the old wooden door panel, the ancestral ruined temple is indeed very historical. The small temple hall has two wooden tables that are quite old. A wooden table with incense was stained with a layer of incense ash that could not be erased. The off-white incense ash makes the already old wooden table even more dilapidated. On the other wooden table, there is a half-human-high, seated statue of the god.

Truth be told, this temple was like a playground for my childhood. Because I remember when I was a child, I used to take Watson and another companion to play in the temple.

Merely.. It wasn't until one winter, when I lit the idol with a lighter, and after the three of us happily warmed up around the statue, we were beaten up by my grandfather, and it became a forbidden place to play.

"Old man?"

The bags containing homework and textbooks were thrown on the wooden table where incense was offered. I muttered to myself where the grandfather who called me to come to the temple had gone.

If it was a grandfather in the past, as soon as he came home from out of town, then he would stay in the ruined temple for at least ten hours a day. So he wasn't there at this time, which really surprised me.

In fact, my grandfather gave me the feeling that he was like a prodigal son who was addicted to nightclubs. Although this is not a nightclub, Grandpa is a bit of a side with the prodigal son, after all, he is out all year round.

"Grandpa?"

Walking around the temple, it was not big, and I was already familiar with the dilapidated temple, and there was no place to hide the old man.

Unless.. It's hiding in a human-tall statue! This idol is hollow inside! When I was a kid, I used to hide here all day!

With a sinister smile on my face, I walked up to the idol with my hands on my waist, like some thug had come to collect protection money.

I don't know why, since I was a child, I have always had an inexplicable disgust for this statue. Maybe it's because of it, I have to make time every week to clean the ruined temple, right? Or maybe it's because of its existence, I rarely saw my grandfather since I was a child.

The idol is seated upright, holding a long sword in a fist in his left hand and his right palm facing outward, covering his eyes. This is a very uncommon, even bizarre, pose. If they have all covered their eyes, what is the use of holding a sword?

If it is said that observing the enemy situation with the eyes of the heart, it is better to observe with the eyes of P.

As for the wooden carving behind the head of the idol that resembles a long bundle of hair, it has long since turned into a piece of charred wood. That's right! At that time, I burned the hair of the gods! It's not something to brag about, but it's still a lot of fun.

"Hey, hey, hey."

With a sinister smile, I circled around the idol, then slammed under the wooden table and put my hand on the mechanism at the base of the idol. As soon as you pull this mechanism, the hidden door under the idol will open, and the person hidden in the idol will also fall!

Actually, I'm not sure that grandpa will hide inside, after all, grandpa is not that boring. But I couldn't believe that my grandfather, who was so punctual on time, would release my pigeons, so I still pulled the switch with the mentality of reminiscing about my childhood. It's a big deal, just.

"Boom."

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind me.

My heart chuckled instantly, could it be that grandpa had fallen? Why is he so bored today and really hiding inside? It's over, if the sciatic nerve breaks, he's going to be paralyzed.

"Ouch!"

It's just that my guess was completely wrong, and the foul language coming from behind me didn't look like Grandpa's voice at all, but like the voice of a young man in his twenties. With a hint of surprise, I looked back in surprise.

I saw an uncle wearing a white vest, big black pants, slippers hanging on one foot, and slippers on the other foot had flown several meters away, about twenty-four or five, sitting on the floor and rubbing his buttocks.

To be honest, this guy is a bit lewd.

The above was my first thought. Then my second thought came to me, how could there be an uncle hiding in the idol of my family's ancestors for dozens of generations?

"Who are you?" X2

My uncle and I looked at each other with a confused expression, and then said in unison.