He Wangyao felt even more uneasy upon hearing this. He didn't want to see the side rooms anymore and followed Mingzhuo directly to the main hall.
As soon as I went inside, my heart skipped a beat.
This is the last hall, where ancestral tablets are placed.
The vermilion memorial tablets stretched from above the offering table all the way to the wall, filling the space to the brim. They were so numerous that just one glance would send chills down your spine, and a second look would give you nightmares.
He Wangyao felt a chill run down his spine and dared not look at the memorial tablet. He could only look to the sides, and what he saw nearly made him die on the spot.
The walls were covered with portraits of the deceased, all staring lifelessly at the uninvited guest who had barged in.
For a moment, he even wondered if those eyes could move.
Mingzhuo pulled him back, "If you're scared, don't watch."
He Wangyao suppressed his fear and thought to himself, "My boss is right here, do you think I'm afraid of you?" He used his phone to provide light for Ming Zhuo and looked through the photos one by one.
The lives of the people in the first picture were all quite ordinary, but the later ones became increasingly remarkable. Many of them passed the imperial examinations and became officials, and the last picture shows a top scholar.
Since the ancients did not have posthumous portraits, only portraits, He Wangyao felt much less pressure.
"This top scholar was quite remarkable. He left behind many family precepts and rules, and he also encouraged all the men in the village to study. No wonder the village has such a good atmosphere for education."
Mingzhuo smiled faintly, "Really? I didn't think so."
The two had reached the end; behind the memorial tablet wall was a small passageway, which led to the actual outer wall.
Mingzhuo walked over and pushed open the window on the wall. A gust of wind carrying a fishy smell rushed in.
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