An Ruoning and Feng Bo were about to go to the nail salon, but the production team informed them that the items in the nail salon and the root carving shop had been taken away, but they were not told who took them.
However, since there are already three teams at the paper-cutting museum, the other two pieces were probably taken by the other two groups.
No one considered that Lu Wanzheng's group had taken all the fragments from both museums, since completing the mission would take a considerable amount of time.
Since that's the case, they can only go to the last destination—
Ancestral hall.
This is how the two groups met on their way to the ancestral hall.
Lu Wanzheng was surprised to learn that Ji He and Xu Feiyang had gotten the paper-cutting fragments as a team. She was surprised that the unreliable Ji He had such a skill.
Perhaps it was her inherently mischievous nature, but Lu Wanzheng looked up at Feng Bo and said, "Didn't Brother Feng take all the passwords? The fragments that Ji He got should be simple, right?"
Feng Bo's eyes lit up, and he slapped the table in approval, "That's absolutely right!"
Feng Bo suddenly felt an instant connection with Lu Wanzheng, as if they were kindred spirits. Just as he was about to step forward and put his arm around Lu Wanzheng's neck, Zhong Yunyue swiftly stepped between them.
This prevented the two from having this kind of contact that lacked comparison.
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Upon arriving at the ancestral hall, the main gate was wide open, as if it were waiting for them.
There is a large tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The trunk is thick and it must be an old tree. Two old men are sitting under the old tree, playing chess and making a great move. Several people are watching the game quietly around them.
Above the main gate hangs a plaque bearing the marks of time. The characters on it have faded to a dark red, but the words "ancestral hall" are still clearly visible. The strokes of these two characters are vigorous and powerful, flowing like clouds and water, revealing the boldness and unrestrained spirit of the person who wrote them.
The sunlight cast a soft, hazy glow around the plaque, giving it a touch of sanctity.
Their arrival disturbed the old man's chess game.
The old men all looked over.
Lu Wanzheng was the first to politely nod to them.
The arrival of a large group of people did not dampen the old men's enthusiasm for playing chess. They must have been notified in advance, because the old men lowered their heads again and focused their attention on the chessboard.
Zhong Yunyue walked at the front and entered the ancestral hall.
Six red firewood pillars form the main beams, giving it an antique feel.
Two large red lanterns hung high in front of the hall. Inside, numerous memorial tablets were enshrined, and incense burned continuously, sending wisps of smoke rising. The offerings were neatly arranged, and the fruit on top was still very fresh, indicating that the person who maintained the ancestral hall took great care of the offerings.
The oil lamp on the altar that burns year-round is probably the only light that allows the people here to clearly see the faces of their ancestors.
A few birds occasionally perch on the verdant tiled roof, rest for a moment, and then take flight again.
A person was hunched over, with their hands behind their back and facing away from them.
The figure looked somewhat familiar.
Lu Wanzheng asked inquiringly, "Grandpa?" She thought the figure looked somewhat like the old man at the door.
Upon hearing this, the old man turned around, saw Lu Wanzheng, nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his forehead twitched slightly.
"Let me introduce myself first. I am the town mayor here, my surname is Xu, you can call me Grandpa Xu." When the old man said "mayor," he exuded an air of authority without anger, suddenly changing his demeanor from when he was at the door.
"Grandpa Xu, are you the one who issued this mission?"
The old man replied, "That's right. Since you're here, let me announce the mission first."
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