Qin Jingwen, somewhat frightened, clung tightly to Bai Qianmo's sleeve as Bai Qianmo followed Old Wang to the memorial tablet.
"These are the ancestral tablets of my Wang family. Our Wang family has a tradition of offering three sticks of incense to our ancestors every day, which has continued to this day, rain or shine. Our ancestors have always been very respectful to their descendants. Over the past hundred years, no matter how the world has changed, our Wang family's incense has remained strong and our family has prospered, which is why we have so many ancestral tablets." Speaking of his family's heritage, Old Wang was quite proud.
Bai Qianmo didn't speak, her gaze drifting towards the memorial tablets.
The three large characters "Wang Zhenshan" are engraved on the memorial tablet at the very top center, presumably referring to the ancestor who founded the Wang family business.
Old Wang turned the candlestick on the left side of the altar, and a creaking sound came from it.
To the left of the memorial tablet, a hidden door slowly opens.
Old Wang casually raised his flashlight and walked ahead, saying, "It's a bit dark inside, you guys follow me."
"Grandpa Wang, it's too dark in here. Why don't you install lighting?" Qin Jingwen walked into the narrow passageway and was greeted by a damp smell. She couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Old Master Wang chuckled softly and led the way with a flashlight: "The second rule of the Wang family is that the ancestral hall must not be altered or repaired at will. If this is violated, the descendants will be extinct. Therefore, this place has been preserved in its original state from a hundred years ago. Let alone installing lighting, no one dares to even paint the walls."
Upon hearing this strange rule, Bai Qianmo felt a sense of doubt.
Why did the ancestors of the Wang family forbid their descendants from repairing or altering the ancestral hall?
Psychologically speaking, when someone makes a request that goes against common sense, they must have something to ask for or something to hide.
Could there be some unspeakable secret in this ancestral hall? Perhaps the Wang family ancestors were afraid that their descendants would discover something, so they forbade them from disturbing the ancestral hall?
If it is really as she guessed, then what reason would make the Wang family ancestors so wary?
The narrow passageway twisted and turned, and Bai Qianmo silently calculated its approximate length in her mind; it should be over a hundred meters.
The passageway is only two meters high and about one meter wide. The walls on both sides have turned yellow, and because it has been sealed off for a long time, it is very damp.
After reaching the end, the space gradually widened, expanding from one meter to about two and a half meters. At the end of the corridor, a rusty iron gate stood in the very center.
The brass lock on top looks like an old object from that era.
Old Wang took out a key and unlocked the brass lock.
With a creak, the heavy iron door made a dull sound.
Old Wang, holding a flashlight, was the first to go inside.
"Qianmo, I'm a little scared!" Qin Jingwen trembled with fear.
Bai Qianmo held her hand tightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
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