The Ancestral Hall.
By the time Ye Qianfan and Shen Lang hurried back, the Roving Exorcist Disciple and the little monk had already left.
They had turned the entire Ancestral Hall upside down, especially the Night Watchman's room. Perhaps they had been trying to find his set of Night-Watching Treasures, but unfortunately, they had found nothing.
After all, who could have imagined that the Night Watchman would hide the Bronze Gong inside his stomach?
He had to be insane!
But...
Now that both of them knew the truth, they naturally wasted no time in the Ancestral Hall's worship chamber and headed straight for the Ancient Well.
Two long Bamboo Poles lay beside the Ancient Well, along with a moss-covered Memorial Tablet. Clearly, the Roving Exorcist Disciple and his companion had fished them out, but since none of these things seemed worth anything, they had simply tossed them aside and left.
Ye Qianfan leaned over and peered into the deep well water. He knew perfectly well that the truly valuable things lay at the bottom.
The problem was that his body was made of paper. He could not get it wet at all!
Over the past two days, whenever he went to the toilet or everyone else was asleep...
Ye Qianfan had secretly patched up his body so many times that he had lost count. If he went into the water, there would be no point repairing it—he might as well throw it away!
"I'll go down!"
Shen Lang mustered his courage and said, "When we rescued Brother Fugui, caught Big Black Fish, and even interrogated the Night Watchman, I couldn't help much at all."
"I'm a coward, and I'm not very capable. My hands might shake if I had to kill someone, but I'm still brave enough to fish out