Chapter 190 Night Visit to the Hu Family Ancestral Hall

Shen Boyuan had a different opinion, "After all, the lakeside is not safe. It's better to let Fang Linxiao go with us, as an extra guarantee."

After all, in his opinion, none of the four Mingzhuo masters and apprentices can fight. No matter how powerful Zhuang Xun is, he may not be able to hold on to four people.

He is an assistant teacher and must always remember to ensure the safety of the students to the greatest extent.

As he spoke, he walked towards the village. On the dark streets, every household had their doors closed.

It was only seven or eight o'clock, and most people's houses had turned off the lights, and there was no light coming out; even if there were houses with lights, they were very weak.

Several people walked around and checked the village, but did not see a ghost.

It's easy to imagine that even if there are evil ghosts, they won't come out at this time. They have to wait until midnight when the yin energy is at its strongest to show up.

Chu Yuqi suddenly smiled and said confidently: "Should we go check out that house?"

She raised her hand and pointed to the small house that Mingzhuo asked about during the day.

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the other side, Zhuang Xun asked: "Shouldn't we go check out that small house?"

Fang Linxiao: "Yes, there's something strange about that house! I can feel the presence of a yin energy!"

Mingzhuo said casually: "It's the same to check it out tomorrow, forget about it tonight, let's go to the lake first."

In fact, the lakeside was seen during the day, and there was really nothing to see. Except that the yin energy spread again at night, there was nothing special.

Zhuang Xun looked at the lake and was eager to try: "Should we find a boat and go to the lake to have a look? This lake is very abnormal, and there is a lot of yin and evil spirits in it."

The yang energy is too strong during the day, and the clever Feng Shui layout suppresses the things at the bottom of the lake, but they escape at night.

No wonder the resentment can gather into a line and scare people when walking in the village.

He is brave, but He Wangyao can't stand it. Is it crazy to drive a boat to a lake that knows there are ghosts in such a dark night?

Based on the experience summarized from watching TV, he dares to bet that if he looks at the bottom of the lake at night, he can see the evil spirits in the lake face to face.

"Let's not do it, the boss must have other arrangements."

I thought you would at least be a three-man and a four-man configuration, but you maxed out your suicide value and cannon fodder value with just one sentence.

Li Wenhe glanced at Mingzhuo who was looking into the distance, and thought, "He Wangyao is right, let's forget about taking a boat to the lake, because we are going to the Hu's ancestral temple."

Several people suddenly remembered that Mingzhuo had said in the afternoon that they would go to the ancestral temple in the evening.

Although they didn't quite understand how this was related to the Hu's ancestral temple, they all decided to go there to see what was going on.

Ming Zhuo asked He Wangyao and Pei Di to turn off the flashlights, "We want to hide from others, it's not good to be so conspicuous."

He Wangyao was most afraid of the dark. Without the light, he was like a confused baby, and he quickly hugged Pei Di's arm.

The few people walked quickly, and soon they arrived at the side of the ancestral hall.

It can be seen that the ancestral hall was newly built in the back, with flying eaves, carved beams and painted rafters. It is quite gorgeous and also quite expensive.

The driver who sent them here said that Xianyuan Village is poor, but it seems that it may not be the case.

Zhuang Xun stepped forward to check, "The gate is locked."

Fang Linxiao: "Then how do we get in? Do we have to go back to the village to steal the key?"

He accidentally let his thoughts wander.

Ming Zhuo sighed and didn't say much, just called Pei Di.

Pei Di immediately took a horse stance, holding up his hands, "Go ahead."

Ming Zhuo stepped on Pei Di's hand and climbed up the three-meter-high wall in a few steps.

The two people coordinated their movements in one go, smoothly, and their level of skill and tacit understanding was astonishing.

Ming Zhuo didn't go down immediately after climbing up the wall, but stepped back and crouched at the top of the wall, hooking his finger down.

Li Wenhe pushed his glasses, took a few steps back to run, then stepped on Pei Di's hand, and was caught by Ming Zhuo before he ran out of strength and lifted up to the wall.

Zhuang Xun & Fang Linxiao: "..."

They never expected that Pei Di, who they thought was a weakling, could play such a role and come in handy at the critical moment.

Finally, several people climbed up the wall. When He Wangyao was lifted up by Mingzhuo, he almost cried. The hand holding him was strong and firm. He felt very safe. The boss was the boss. He was extraordinary. He made him experience flying over eaves and walls even in an abandoned house.

Fang Linxiao saw Mingzhuo put down the rope. He thought about it and felt familiar. Wasn't this in the yard of the village chief's house?

He looked at Mingzhuo with admiration. Teacher Ruan was so foresighted.

After entering the house, they were blocked by the tall wall. Only then did they dare to turn on their mobile phones and flashlights for lighting.

The ancestral hall has three courtyards, and there are side rooms on both sides. It has water and electricity, and even a kitchen.

Li Wenhe walked to the side room on the left and was stunned for a moment.

Zhuang Xun walked over from the side room on the right and took a look. "Hey, there's a bed here."

Pei Di: "They really know how to enjoy themselves. They can rest and sleep here after playing cards."

He Wangyao originally thought not to look around, but after hearing what Pei Di said, he curiously looked over.

He took a breath of cold air at the sight. "Do you think this bed is put here for the villagers to sleep?"

"Then what? The bed is for sleeping."

He Wangyao: "..."

Do you know that there are a lot of similar beds in horror movies? Who can handle it? Let alone sleep on it? It looks so gloomy at a glance!

Fang Linxiao thought for a moment and said, "It could be an antique in the village. This is normal. After all, we want to develop the tourism industry. This kind of bed should be kept for people to see. There is also a sedan chair on the right."

He Wangyao felt even more scared when he heard this. He didn't want to look at the side room anymore, so he followed Mingzhuo to the main hall.

As a result, his heart skipped a beat as soon as he entered.

This is the last hall to enter, and it is also where the ancestral tablets are placed.

The vermilion tablets spread from the top of the altar to the wall, and they are filled up. One look at it makes people's scalps numb, and two looks will give people nightmares.

He Wangyao felt that he was being infiltrated and didn't dare to look at the tablet. He could only look to the sides. He was so scared that he almost died on the spot.

The wall was covered with portraits, all of which looked lifelessly at the uninvited guest who had barged in.

For a moment, he even suspected that those eyes would move.

Mingzhuo pulled him and said, "If you are afraid, don't look."

He Wangyao suppressed the panic in his heart and thought, my boss is next to me, how can I be afraid of you? He used his mobile phone to illuminate Mingzhuo and looked at the pictures one by one.

The people in the front had ordinary lives, but the more they went on, the more remarkable they became. Many of them passed the imperial examinations and became officials. The last picture was of a champion.

There were no portraits of the ancients, only paintings. The pressure in He Wangyao's heart was suddenly reduced a lot.

"This number one scholar is quite amazing. He left behind many family rules and regulations, and made all the men in the village study. No wonder the village has a good study culture."

Ming Zhuo smiled faintly, "Really? I don't think so."

The two of them had reached the end. There was a small corridor behind the wall of tablets. That was the real outer wall.

Ming Zhuo walked over and pushed open the window on the wall. A gust of wind mixed with the smell of water blew in his face.