Situ An

The chef whose facial features had been destroyed pushed open the bright red wooden door. Those outside heard the chanting of scriptures and smelled the enticing Meat Fragrance.

Gao Ming followed behind the chef. He saw portraits hanging all over the room, each depicting a strangely misshapen person, with their name written on it.

"Does every portrait represent a living person?"

A faint Meat Fragrance drifted from the portraits. Only then did Gao Ming realize that they had not been painted on paper, but on skin.

Entering this strange room, Gao Ming felt as though countless eyes were watching him. Gong Xi, who had followed him in, dropped straight to his knees and prostrated himself, not daring to raise his head.

The chef had lost all awareness of the outside world. He lifted the black cloth in the middle of the room, revealing a huge offering table set against the wall.

The table was a dark reddish brown, with eight empty plates on top. An investigator knelt beneath it in uniform, his neck covered in black writing. He kept chanting scriptures that no one could understand.

"Why is there an investigator here?" While Zhu Miaomiao was still puzzling over it, Gao Ming had already begun backing away. There was no Divine Statue in the center of the offering table. It seemed that whatever had been worshipped in the Ancestral Hall had been stolen!

Bang!

The chef, who had been standing blankly beside the offering table, fell to the floor. A dagger pierced his heart, and his severed head rolled away.

The chanting slowly faded. A jumble of footsteps approached from all around, and the investigator who had been kneeling before the offering table rose to his feet.

He had delicate, handsome features, but black writing covered half his face.

"Please