Seventeen!
I suddenly felt a splitting headache. I felt like there was something deep in my brain that was related to this seventeen, but I just couldn't remember it!
"What's wrong, brother?"
When the older woman saw my splitting headache, she showed a concerned expression.
"Count how many memorial tablets there are in total!"
I pointed at the memorial tablet and raised my voice.
The older woman counted them and was equally surprised by the number.
It's another coincidence, and there are 17 of them again!
This mansion is truly extraordinary!
"A coincidence, perhaps?"
When the woman uttered the word "coincidence," even she herself seemed a little incredulous.
I still maintain that there are no absolute coincidences in the world; any coincidences we see are man-made.
These memorial tablets must have an intrinsic connection to the massacre of the He family.
"No! These aren't memorial tablets!"
I suddenly pointed at the ancestral hall and shouted loudly.
That's right, these things are not memorial tablets at all!
"How is that possible? I saw it at home when I was little, it's exactly the same!"
The fat man shook his head upon hearing this, expressing his strong skepticism.
He didn't believe what I said.
"I've said it before, what you see isn't necessarily the truth!"
My body was trembling slightly.
I finally understand why there was a coffin in this ancestral hall.
Because this is not an ancestral hall.
"Do you really think this is an ancestral hall?" I sneered after I understood.
Then he picked up the lightning sword and slashed at the memorial tablets.
There's no time to worry about the fat man's feelings now; let's dispel this illusion first.
When my lightning sword severed all the memorial tablets, the surrounding environment underwent a dramatic change.
The place we arrived at was not an ancestral hall, but a place that resembled a woodshed.
The original 17 memorial tablets have now turned into 17 little dolls, not made of wood, but made of straw.
What's going on?
The fat man was truly shocked this time.
According to him, he often went to play at the ancestral hall when he was a child. The ancestral hall is right here, so how could it be fake?
"Isn't it obvious enough! The so-called ancestral hall is just an illusion. Why are there seventeen memorial tablets?"
The reason is these little scarecrows!
I pointed my sword at the seventeen scarecrows on the ground.
Each of these scarecrows has a cloth attached to its back with a name written on it.
"Check, is it those people?"
I quickly had the fat man check it over.
The fat man picked up one scarecrow after another, examining them closely, and was now sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sir, that's right, all my deceased family members are here!"
The fat man wiped away his tears once more.
"I really want to know who did this!"
That's incredibly cruel! After killing them, they imprisoned the resentment of those seventeen people.
In addition, a portion of the soul was sealed inside this scarecrow, disguised as a shrine!
My lips were trembling.
This is the first time I've ever seen such an evil method.
Even if the Zhang family, which split off from their clan, harbored such deep hatred, they wouldn't resort to such methods.
"But I remember the original ancestral hall was right here?"
The fat man looked completely bewildered.
"When I was little, I went to play in the ancestral hall every day. This is what I remember the ancestral hall looking like!"
The fat man scratched his head, thinking seriously, and finally nodded heavily.
"Grandpa, I can't be mistaken, my family's ancestral hall is located in this direction!"
After the fat man ran out and checked again, he ran back to me, his tone very certain.
"The location is indeed this direction, but is it possible that the actual ancestral hall is underneath?"
I poked the ground with the lightning sword.
"Down there?"
After hearing what I said, the older woman and the fat man were both stunned.
Ancestral halls are usually open-air, especially since large families would not build them underground.
"According to feng shui, building an ancestral hall underground is no different from severing one's roots!"
The older woman added something.
"That's right, building the ancestral hall underground is severing your roots! Severing the roots of your family!"
I pointed at the fat man.
The fat man was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.
"To be precise, the original ancestral hall was located upstairs, but it was forcibly moved downstairs!"
I explained it beforehand in case the fat man misunderstood.
Based on my guess, this ancestral hall was built on top of it.
They were quietly moved to the lower level only after the fat man left.
"It's moved down here, right below?"
The fat man pointed to the ground, and I nodded slightly.
Without saying a word, I started looking for a place to open it. Finally, I knocked on a floorboard and heard a thumping sound.
The area below is completely empty.
"I was just wondering why the coffin disappeared; it seems this is a reminder!"
I pried open that floor tile, and sure enough, there was a hole underneath. I breathed a sigh of relief.
With the help of the older woman and the fat man, we moved all four bricks around us.
That opening can probably fit two people.
That proved true.
There are no useless pens in this house.
Anything, any little tool, can come in handy.
And so, the three of us jumped down from the hole and came to the secret passage below.
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