Earlier...
Ye Qianfan had already noticed something wrong with this wall, but Fugui had happened to call him from the backyard, so he had not pushed it open. That was how the Night Watchman had escaped!
And if, as Shen Lang had said, none of the rooms in this entire ancestral hall had ever been lived in...
Then this was the Night Watchman's only hiding place!
"Creeeak!"
The wall swung open, revealing a long room inside.
The room had no windows and was narrow and long, containing only a crude wooden bed, a small wooden table, and two stools. All kinds of clutter were piled everywhere, with rice and other food heaped along the base of the wall, making the unbearably cramped little room look even more chaotic.
Except...
In this tiny room, a rosewood altar table stood near the entrance. Its surface had been wiped clean, and no clutter had been piled beneath it.
Apart from two memorial tablets, one large and one small, the tabletop held only an incense burner and five neatly arranged offerings.
There was a bowl of steamed rice, a plate of rice cakes, some apples that had sat so long they had shriveled, some fresh green jujubes, and a plate holding an unopened paper package of dragon's beard candy crawling with ants.
Judging by the rice and food piled on the floor, Ye Qianfan could tell that the Night Watchman was clearly not living well either.
Why would he still offer his ancestors such fine offerings...
Even denying himself the fruit?
"Brother Ye, look at these two memorial tablets!"
Shen Lang lit the candle on the table and brought it beside the altar. Only then could the two of them make out the names on the tablets!
"Huang Moli and Huang Yuanyuan?" Seeing the