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ancestral hall entrance

"Go!"

"Why don't you leave?"

Several people pushed each other, and no one dared to take the first step in.

"Humph!" Uncle De kicked Er Gouzi on the butt and said grimly, "Go in!"

Er Gouzi was startled and didn't even dare to rub his butt. He hurriedly took two or three steps forward and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall with force.

The door creaked open, and inside it was quiet, as usual. In the middle of the back wall was the ancestral tablet, and on each side were three mahogany chairs, which were usually the seats for the respected elders in the clan.

Everything was as normal as it could be. Ergouzi breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to invite everyone to come in and warm up.

People outside the house came in one after another. It was extremely cold that day. In just a short while, their hands were frozen.

Uncle De smoked silently. The ancestral hall seemed to be fine and nothing would happen if people went in.

Before he could ponder for a moment, a voice screamed in his ear: "Ahhh...Uncle De...There's a ghost!"

He frowned and looked at the person next to him. It was Dongzi. This kid was very timid. No wonder he didn't enter the ancestral hall.

He pointed at the ancestral hall with a shaking hand, and his voice was trembling with fear: "He, they..."

At first, everything was fine, as people filed in, talking and laughing. But after another look, Dongzi realized something was wrong.

Why did this bastard Gousheng take off his clothes and look at the ancestral tablet with such deep affection?

And who is that? It must be Sandanzi, who seemed to have fallen in love with the mahogany chair, hugging the back of the chair and kissing it so hard that he didn't care about the paint peeling off and dyed his lips red.

Others couldn't bear to watch it, it was all very disgusting.

Zhang Hui seemed to have no idea what they were doing. He had a blank expression on his face, but he watched without blinking.

The other girls: What happened to the world? It is hard to describe the shock they felt at this moment. It turns out that what the little girl said was true. Here, she can guarantee their safety.

Surprise continued to spread in their hearts, fear and joy intertwined in their hearts, and the girls shed tears again, but this time they were tears of joy.

Compared to their mood, Uncle De's mood was not so good. What the hell was going on? Was he possessed? Was there really such a thing?

"Er Gouzi! Er Gouzi, come out!" He tentatively shouted in a low voice towards the ancestral hall.

"Uncle De, let's go back..." Dongzi's legs were trembling, and he pulled Uncle De's clothes nervously, like a baby chicken in danger, trying to hide under the mother hen's wings.

"Sandanzi! Sandanzi..." He called out to several people in succession, but these people were completely unaware and continued to do some unspeakable actions, blaspheming the eyes of their ancestors.

Uncle De was also confused. What… in broad daylight, what was there to cause trouble? Could it be a thousand-year-old ghost? He couldn't help but shiver, his hands and feet suddenly went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Dongzi hurriedly supported him and turned around stiffly. The two of them seemed to have lost their souls and moved little by little, leaving this ghost place.

Zhang Hui narrowed his eyes: You old man, I will treat you well before you get killed, just wait and enjoy it.

After briefly chatting with the girls, telling them not to worry about these scumbags who were trapped in their dreams and stressing them again not to go out or step into the illusion array, Zhang Hui ran away like the wind again.

The old man was cunning and sly, so she had to follow him to see what was going on. The two of them, in a trance, supported each other and walked towards Uncle De's house, gradually walking faster and faster, almost running.

The toe that was injured last night began to ache again. Uncle De forced himself to jog to catch up with Dongzi. This guy was running so fast that he almost flew. He had no respect for the elderly or the young at all. I'll teach him a lesson later!

There was no conversation along the way. Even though they were almost out of breath, no one dared to stop for fear of being stopped by someone.

After finally running to the front door of their house, they panted and weakly patted the door: "Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

"Hey, old man, go back..." Without waiting for the visitor to finish his words, Uncle De and Dongzi rushed in with all his might. With a "bang", Dongzi slammed the door shut.

Aunt De’s eyes widened. It was the first time she saw her old man like this. His face was as pale as if it was covered with powder, and his head was covered with beads of sweat that were streaming down. Was this... a ghost?

The two were still in shock. Uncle De was just about to tell Dongzi to ask the village chief to come over when the door rang.

The two of them froze at the same time, not daring to even look back. Could it be that that thing was following them?

Aunt De looked at the two of them in confusion and said to herself, "What's going on?" The village chief's voice came from the door: "Aunt De, open the door, is Uncle De home?"

"Here he comes..." Aunt De hurriedly went forward to open the door, "He's at home!"

Huh... Uncle De and Dongzi both breathed a sigh of relief, as long as that thing didn't catch up with them.

"Uncle De, I want to tell you something." The village chief ignored the two people's embarrassment and wanted to tell them everything he saw at Zhou's house yesterday.

"Ahem, what's the matter?" Uncle De calmed himself down, endured the pain from his toes, and straightened his back.

The next second, before the village chief could finish speaking, he shouted: "What did you say? You saw it at Lao Zhou's house, Zhou Dagang's house?" After confirming again and again, he was silent for a long time.

The village chief nodded vigorously, "If you don't believe me, ask Xiao Sanzi and the bald guy. It can't be that my old eyes are blurry, so everyone else is blurry, right?"

Uncle De pointed at Dongzi and asked him to speak. The village chief's face changed after hearing this. This really was a ghost. It must be a fierce ghost, otherwise why would it come out in broad daylight to harm people?

Before they could come up with a plan, the door was knocked again. The people in the yard shuddered. What happened?

Zhang Hui glanced over the wall and saw that it was the group of people who went to Zhou's house to cause trouble yesterday. They were quite cold-resistant and looked a little haggard, but there was no big problem.

Aunt De went to open the door again: "It's Chengcai, why are you here? What's the matter?" Looking at the group of people at the door, Aunt De was stunned.

"Uncle De, please save us!"

"Yes, Uncle De, there is a ghost in Old Zhou's house, you should drive them out of the village!"

Everyone complained to Uncle De at the same time. They were busy in the illusion array yesterday and thought they had helped Li Chengcai to get Zhou's wife back. They were so happy that Li Chengcai's mother even gave each of them five dollars.

Who would have thought that I would be nothing when I woke up today. My family said that they went back and fell asleep immediately, and no matter how they called me, I wouldn't wake up. My family was scared to death.

They were neighbors, and they got along well with each other, so they helped each other. After asking each other and finding out that it was the same, they immediately felt something was wrong.

Zhang Hui looked at them for a long time without coming to a conclusion, and he was too lazy to watch them anymore. He was scared to death of every one of them. Anyway, none of these people were good people. They were all scum who deserved to go to hell.