Spirit Coffin Hall.
Not only had Ren Ye sensed that eerie, venomous aura, but Xiao Shuai, who sat cross-legged at the entrance directing the formation, had also noticed something amiss amid the endless chill.
"Brother... why did I feel the Ancestor's coffin shake just now?" Xiao Shuai transmitted with his eyes shut. "Is... is that normal?"
Ren Ye was speechless. "This is your father-in-law's Ancestral Land. Why ask me? How would I know whether it's normal?"
"Sure... this is my father-in-law's Ancestral Land, but I've never been inside this Spirit Coffin Hall before either," Xiao Shuai replied, feeling wronged. "Still, the Zhou Family did say there was something unusual about this Ancestor's Divine Soul. Maybe they meant this."
"Damn, Old Chu would be handy for something this creepy...!" Ren Ye missed the Daoist a little. Unfortunately, that fellow had taken off after receiving his opportunity from Senior White-Striped Chicken, and there had been no word from him since.
After a moment's thought, he transmitted, "I'll go inside and look."
"All right. I'll keep watch at the door." For some reason, Xiao Shuai felt like a guilty thief. He slipped into the role all too easily.
Inside Spirit Coffin Hall, the oil lamps hanging on the bluestone walls flickered feebly. Against the dim purple glow, their flames looked multicolored, lighting the entire burial hall while intermittently illuminating its murals.
Every mural depicted the same woman, and under the bewitching lamplight, their colors looked excessively vivid.
Every depiction of the woman had bright red cheeks and eyes fixed on a single point, as though they were all staring at Ren Ye. It was deeply unsettling.
In an instant, Ren Ye felt the discomfort of countless memorial portraits staring at the back of his neck.
He had visited plenty of strange places and