The rain was getting heavier and heavier at night.

The yellow mud road, which was comfortable and soft to walk on a sunny day, has long since turned into a muddy pool full of mud.

Wen Xuan, who walked on this "road", was probably because of his body, so it was very difficult to walk along the way. The muddy water splashed from time to time made him feel like his face was all slimy.

Thinking of this, Wen Xuan touched the rain on his face, and by the way, he looked at his embarrassed appearance at the moment, seeing that his whole body was now wet with rain, and his shoes were even more covered with mud, he suddenly felt a little congested.

Although he stumbled along the way, fortunately, the ancestral hall was not very far from his home, and after he walked for more than ten minutes, he finally saw the outline of the ancestral hall.

"Here we are." He only felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief at this moment, and then he raised his head to look at the old ancestral hall in front of him.

Looking at the gate of this ancestral ancestral hall that had not been repaired for a long time in the wind and rain, Wen Xuan pursed his lips, and then said with some feelings: "Sure enough, the entire Wenjia Village has not changed much here, and it is still the same as before, this gate is about to decay." ”

Stepping into the door of the ancestral hall, the hall was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

There was no way, Wen Xuan could only vigorously recall the memories when Wen Tangzhi brought him to worship when he was a child, and began to grope for the candlestick placed in the main hall according to his memory.

After all, he came here at this time, just to seek peace of mind, to worship the ancestors of the Wen family, and pray that Xu Lai could smoothly take Wen Yashi out of here.

But at this moment, he remembered what Xu said for no reason, what kind of river woman...... What obstacles...... And why Xu Lai can see through the yin spell on Wen Yashi's body, this is not what a policeman should say and do.

Just as Wen Xuan was thinking about it, he groped for the cabinet, and when he was about to touch the candlestick, suddenly a cold wind slowly drifted into the ancestral hall, making a hollow wind whistle.

Wen Xuan felt his back suddenly cold, and the cold sweat began to seep out of his skin without feeling it. The cold sweat met with the rain, which made him feel a chill on his back.

"Heh, it's not a good place." Wen Xuan turned around slowly, and the night breeze slowly blew the plants on the patio of the ancestral hall, and the leaves of the holly trees that were blown made a rattling sound.

And in the wind and rain, the shadows of these pots of holly trees are like monsters hiding in the stormy night, and their horror can only be seen when lightning pierces the night sky.

At this time, Wen Xuan, whose eyes had begun to gradually adjust to the darkness, saw that on the beam above his back, a dangling bell was slowly swaying with the wind.

As the bell slowly shook in the air, a burst of smell that was particularly familiar to Wen Xuan suddenly came from the ancestral hall, and soon this smell began to permeate the entire ancestral hall.

It's just strange that at this moment, he didn't seem to be aware of the strangeness that happened in the ancestral hall, and once again turned to look at the cabinet containing the candlestick, and as his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, he saw that the candlestick on the chest had disappeared.

Cha.

Wen Xuan took out the lighter and lit the fire. The subtle sound was exceptionally clear at this moment.

The faint light of the fire slowly flickered in the ancestral hall, and the light slowly approached a candle...... After Wen Xuan unhurriedly lit all the candles in the ancestral hall, the scene in the ancestral hall had already been fully seen by him.

The corpses with their hearts cut out were haphazard in the hall, and a liquid mixed with the smell of blood and corpses flowed through the cracks of the bluestone bricks.

The bell was still flickering, but it didn't make any sound.

Wen Xuan directly ignored the pile of horrific corpses in front of him in a trance, but slowly walked to the tablet enshrined in the ancestral hall, took three incense sticks, put them in the candle flame and shook them gently, until the incense was lit with fire, he didn't stop.

Just as he shook out the flame on the incense, a strange laughter that looked like a female dan in Peking Opera suddenly sounded.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Then the sudden strange laughter echoed in the huge ancestral hall, and it also fluttered around Wen Xuan from time to time.

As the cold wind pierced the cover of the clothes, there was a howling sound like a weeping, and the laughter was hidden in the wind.

Although all kinds of strange appearances appeared in the ancestral hall at this moment, Wen Xuan turned a deaf ear. Feeling the strangeness around him, he still looked at the tablet in front of him without squinting, and then slowly lowered his head and bowed reverently.

Click.

A crunch sounded suddenly.

Wen Xuan raised his head and looked at the tablet in front of him where a crack appeared, and just as he was about to touch the tablet, he saw that blood began to flow out of the crack in the tablet.

Wen Xuan looked at the broken tablet in front of him with an indifferent expression, and slowly inserted the incense into the incense table.

At the same time, there was a sudden creaking sound from the door of the ancestral hall, followed by a sound of footsteps behind Wen Xuan.

Dada......

Wen Xuan didn't look back, speaking of which, the advantage of devouring the Sprite was that by the way, he also accepted the memories of the Sprite for thousands of years, compared to the "wind and waves" experienced in the Sprite's memory, all that he experienced at this moment was just a wave splashed by small pebbles.

Tick.

A drop of blood fell from the beam, and in an instant the entire ancestral hall began to shake violently.

The wind suddenly dissipated.

The sound of the rain stopped in an instant.

For a moment, the entire ancestral hall seemed to be silent in an instant, and it seemed that only the stench of decay and the constant sound of footsteps remained.

Bang, bang, bang...... In a silent environment, people's sense of hearing will become extremely sensitive, and at this moment, Wen Xuan can already clearly hear his heartbeat.

Wen Xuan subconsciously covered his chest, but found that the beating frequency of his heart, guided by the constant sound of footsteps, began to coincide with the frequency of the footsteps, as if his heart was beating with the footsteps.

"Babble!"

A joke sounded abruptly, and Wen Xuan turned his head suddenly, and there was nothing in front of him.

Wen Xuan, who was secretly bad in his heart, just wanted to retreat, but he felt a cold clinging to his back, but Wen Xuan, who couldn't turn back at the moment, naturally couldn't find that a black shadow next to his shadow was slowly approaching him, and then squeezed into his shadow as if he wanted to hug him.

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Cold.

The river flows slowly, accompanied by the sound of insects, quietly surrounding Wenjia Village.

The next moment, there was a sudden ripple in a certain part of the river, as if the monster lurking at the bottom of the river finally couldn't resist breaking through the water.

Wow, Wen Xuan, who broke through the water, climbed from the bottom of the river to the shore with difficulty, and only after he coughed violently for a long time did he turn around and look at the unfamiliar environment around him.

At this time, the suona sound of the troupe suddenly sounded.

Lanterns are lit up in a nearby village.

Just when Wen Xuan was chilling, a breeze blew, and the paper money in the sky suddenly floated towards the river from a distance.

Wen Xuan, who subconsciously raised his head, saw that in the pile of paper money not far away, a miserable white paper-binding man was hanging on the top of a tree not far away, and it was in a trance with blood and tears, and it made a strange sound at Wen Xuan.

"Hee-hee-hee...... Babble! ”