Was it some kind of code?
For passing messages?
Song Ning shook her head.
Worshippers streamed through this place without pause. There was no need to go to such lengths to pass a message.
They could pass a note or speak face-to-face.
To put it a little dramatically, they could probably hold a small meeting here without anyone noticing.
She unconsciously walked forward.
Everyone coming in moved in the same direction, from the front halls toward the rear. She alone went against the flow, drawing puzzled looks from quite a few people.
She nearly tripped as she went down the steps.
Han Xiao caught her arm and pulled her aside to let this wave of people pass first.
Only then did Song Ning realize how close the halls actually stood to one another.
Only a few steps separated them.
They were standing between the Holy Parents Shrine and the Sleeping Hall.
She turned to ask Han Xiao, "Is the distance between every hall the same?"
Han Xiao thought for a moment. "Yes! The two halls farther back are only a few steps apart too."
There were many halls here, but none of them were very large.
Song Ning looked ahead and behind her, murmuring without thinking:
"So the incense and candle stands in each hall are only a dozen meters apart..."
The moment she said it, Song Ning suddenly realized something...
Her hands and feet went cold, and she could barely get the words out.
"The c-candles can't stay here! Hurry! Hurry! Split up!"
Han Xiao understood too and took off toward the back.
Song Ning charged toward the front-
But another wave of worshippers had just entered the hall ahead, blocking her way.
Song Ning immediately turned and ran out through the passage between the two halls.
Following the