Ancestral Hall, Shrine, Futon

As Wang Ye entered the fissure, he subconsciously stopped and held the wooden chair warily as he looked around.

Observing the terrain when arriving at an unfamiliar place had become a habit cultivated by Wang Ye over the years.

The area inside the fissure was huge, at least thousands of square meters.

However, on the vast land, there were only four buildings. The architecture, shape and volume of the buildings were completely identical, with no visible differences from the exterior.

In addition to the four buildings, the deepest location seemed to be fenced off as a garden.

There were also trees planted in the other open spaces.

Overall, except for the antique style, everything else looked quite ordinary and common.

Of course, anyone who really believed that would end up dead.

In the vast space, there was no sign of people. The doors of two of the buildings were wide open.

Recalling the walking posture and form of the wailing ghost, Wang Ye gradually became ominous. He swapped the fire basin for a wooden chair, hugged it in his arms, wore the mourning hat, and walked stiffly into one of the buildings.

Xiao Si followed closely behind Wang Ye.

Inside the building was a somewhat retro ancestral hall. Judging from the style, it had been around for quite some time.

At the very front of the ancestral hall, there were three rows of memorial tablets, but there were no names on them, just empty blanks.

The candles next to the memorial tablets had completely burned out, and traces of wax could vaguely be seen.

There were four meditation mats on the ground.

As Wang Ye arrived, wary gazes instantly focused on him.

Since he had come rather late, there were already five people in the room.

They were two youths with the unique golden glow of Buddhists emanating from their skin, as well as the old man who had set up the wonton stall, a middle-aged woman, and a bearded brawny man.

Ignoring their gazes, Wang Ye walked more and more stiffly, and his body kept emitting the unique gloomy aura of ghosts.

Sure enough, the five became more vigilant after sensing Wang Ye's aura and subconsciously stayed away from him.

After all, in the eternal night, ghosts...

Had become synonymous with power.

As for Xiao Si behind Wang Ye, because of Wang Ye's presence, they did not dare to observe him too much either.

In the ancestral hall, the faint sound of chanting could be heard.

It seemed to echo endlessly in the mind, like some kind of magic.

Behind the memorial tablets, there seemed to be a hidden door leading to the back hall.

After searching the ancestral hall to no avail, the old man's gaze clearly focused on the location behind the ancestral hall.

The crowd looked at each other warily, while Wang Ye stood stiffly in place, pondering inwardly but showing no traces on his face, as if devoid of any emotion whatsoever.

Just then, the sound of a wooden fish rang out in the ancestral hall.

The sound was somewhat hoarse, lacking the kind of ethereal sense of a normal wooden fish, making it extremely unpleasant to listen to.

At the same time, the blank memorial tablet in the corner of the ancestral hall suddenly started to change.

It was as if an invisible hand was slowly carving on the tablet, stroke by stroke.

The crowd, who were already vigilantly observing their surroundings, instantly turned their gazes toward the memorial tablet.

Finally...

The carving was complete.

Zhong Hongfang

In the corner, the expression of a beaky youth changed violently.

That was his real name!

The next moment, his skin began to crack eerily, and trickles of blood continuously gushed out from his skin, flowing onto the floor.

The blood on the floor seemed to be devoured, disappearing without a trace.

Just as Zhong Hongfang was about to die, the prayer beads on his wrist emitted rays of golden light, forming a halo that enveloped him.

A look of madness appeared on his face as he heaved a long sigh of relief.

But within just three seconds, the prayer beads suddenly shattered. The delight on his face had not yet faded when his entire body turned into a pile of minced meat, which was then completely swallowed by the floorboards.

The other Buddhist disciple in the ancestral hall looked at this scene, and for the first time, horror appeared on his face.

He was very clear on what Zhong Hongfang's prayer beads were!

Did this mean that even the elders of the Buddhist sect were unable to give them a sense of security?

The previously self-confident man felt fear towards this ancient domain for the first time.

The others' pupils contracted sharply.

Muttering something unknown, the old man no longer hesitated and flashed past the memorial tablet, rushing into the back hall.

The middle-aged woman followed closely behind the old man, eyeing the others warily.

The bearded brawny man seemed to be pondering something, just standing in the corner without any other actions.

The youth was clearly somewhat distracted. After discovering that the ace up his sleeve that he had always been confident in was useless, he completely crumbled, no longer able to remain calm.

Wang Ye, who was standing in the center of the main hall pretending to be a ghost while hugging the wooden chair, continued to ponder.

Was this memorial tablet similar to some kind of curse that killed people?

That man's prayer beads were clearly an extraordinary magic weapon, yet it could only last three seconds.

Also...the chanting in the ancestral hall seemed to have grown louder at this moment.

Indeed, just as Zhang Ziliang had said, this place called the ancient domain was full of danger everywhere.

The slightest carelessness could lead to death.

But no matter how dangerous the situation, there would always be a silver lining.

He, Wang Ye, would gamble on this silver lining!

As the chanting grew louder and louder, Wang Ye's control over his body seemed to weaken slightly.

Did this scripture sound want to control his body?

But where exactly was this sound coming from? The back hall?

At this time, the old man came back from the back hall with the middle-aged woman, a disappointed look on their faces.

What was in the back hall?

The silent atmosphere was broken as the bearded brawny man standing in the corner asked coldly.

The old man had a somewhat silly honest look on his face. "Nothing at all!"

The room became quiet again.

This old guy wasn't as straightforward as he looked.

Wang Ye glanced imperceptibly at the old man, keeping his numb expression.

There was a somewhat stifling aura in the air.

Just then, the sound of the wooden fish rang out again.

Luo Ping.

Next to the tablet engraved with Zhong Hongfang's name, a name appeared on the second tablet.

Seeing the name, Wang Ye controlled his facial expressions, not revealing any flaws, but killing intent radiated from his heart.

This was someone who had rarely gotten the better of Wang Ye.

The last time in Lin'an City, if this person had not lacked the resolve to fight to the death, Wang Ye might have already been done for.

After returning, he had been thinking about this guy, but didn't have the time to deal with him.

He had also come?

The hollow eyes looked at the ancestral hall.

In the corner, the bearded brawny man's expression did not change, but he rushed to the meditation mat at an extremely fast speed and sat down.

As if he had been prepared all along.

On the memorial tablet, Luo Ping's name twisted slightly, then disappeared.

These meditation mats!

A glint flashed across the old man's eyes. He exchanged a glance with the middle-aged woman, and they each grabbed a meditation mat and held it in their hands.

Then they vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.