In an instant, it felt like I had traveled into another time and space.
Su Deng turned around, her flashlight landing on the gate behind her.
Beneath the extended eaves, a wooden plaque hangs above the lintel carved with golden dragons, which reads "Li Family Ancestral Hall".
Su Deng paused for a moment, then returned to the courtyard and, with a flashlight in hand, went to check each of the rooms.
Su Muyue held the ghost-faced shrine statue and followed her closely.
The rooms in this ancestral hall are all dilapidated, with holes in the roofs. They look like they've been neglected for a long time and have been abandoned.
After looking around and finding nothing, Su Deng finally headed towards the main house.
The wooden door was covered with an old lock from the Gu family, but it was all rusted and could be easily broken with a little force. Su Deng kicked the door open, waved away the choking dust that rushed into her face, swept her flashlight inside, and waited a while before going in.
This is the best-preserved room. There are two candle holders on either side of the main hall, and in the center against the wall is a mahogany table with a shrine on it. Even though it is covered in thick dust, the objects enshrined in the shrine are still clearly visible.
It had a human body, four arms, and a ghost face, and it looked exactly like the one Su Muye had brought out from the Yaocun Village Committee Service Station!
However, it would be at least five or six times larger.
Su Muye swallowed nervously, wanting to throw the ghost statue in her arms away but not daring to. "Mom, where am I...?"
Su Deng remained silent, her gaze lingering on the large ghost statue for a moment.
The ghostly face of this statue is a mask, not its true appearance.
Enshrined above, looking down, even though Su Deng couldn't see his eyes and face, she sensed a profound compassion emanating from him, inexplicable yet intense.
Su Deng stared at him for a while, then lifted the white curtain behind the candle holder and looked to the side. On both sides, she saw rows of memorial tablets.
The memorial tablets placed on the left all belong to people over twenty-five years old.
On the right, all of them are under 25 years old, including some as young as 5.
There were over a hundred of them, all surnamed Li.
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