The Black Flood Dragon

"But because Huang Moli became a goddess, her mother naturally couldn't be a sinner, so her name was restored," Shen Lang said, following Ye Qianfan's reasoning and picking up where he left off. "What really makes me curious is why these fellows, who held such powerful positions in the clan, had their names struck out!"

At Shen Lang's words, inspiration suddenly struck Ye Qianfan. "Go look behind the ancestral shrine first and see if you can find those old men's spirit tablets. I have a theory!"

"Okay!"

Shen Lang asked no further questions and immediately pulled Fugui along toward the back.

After the two left, Ye Qianfan continued examining the ancestral shrine. He soon realized that it probably hadn't been abandoned. Rather, everyone in the village had died, leaving no one to pay their respects for so long that the shrine had fallen into this wretched state.

But just as he was about to leave, he unexpectedly noticed a wall beside the shrine move.

The movement was slight, but Ye Qianfan still caught it.

Just as Ye Qianfan was about to investigate...

"Found them!"

Fugui's shout came from the rear courtyard. "Brother Ye, we found them!"

"Those people's spirit tablets are soaking in the well. Come take a look! There seems to be something else down there too!"

The well was deep.

Even the surface of the water was two or three meters below ground level, but apart from a few dead leaves, the water inside was surprisingly clear.

They really couldn't tell that this well had been left unused for so long!

Fugui stirred the water with a wooden stick. As the well water swirled, they could make out several rectangular, dark-brown plaques below. In both color and style, they looked just like the spirit tablets in the shrine.