"Master Zhu comes from a great household. There must be treasures left behind by his ancestors in the ancestral shrine!" Zeng Jing said enviously. "If Master Zhu possesses a treasure, he will surely be able to guard the ghost hole!"
"Alas..." Zhu Cheng waved a hand and said, "My Zhu family's ancestral shrine was lost to ruin long ago. Where would there be any treasure?"
"What?" Zhu Cheng's words were like a thunderclap, stunning Xiao Hua senseless. The bone bead Zhu Cheng had given him clearly bore the words, "Primordial Qi in the ancestral shrine's wooden statue; descendants in the clan register's Silk Brocade." If there was no ancestral shrine, where would the wooden statue have come from? And where would there still be a clan register? Xiao Hua had come to the Zhu family precisely because he wanted to see what this wooden statue was and what this clan register was. But he had only just arrived and had not yet found the chance—or perhaps had been too embarrassed to ask. He had never expected the Zhu family to have simply lost even their ancestral shrine!
"The Zhu family... has no ancestral shrine? When did this happen?" Still unwilling to accept it, Xiao Hua hurriedly asked.
"I do not know either!" Zhu Cheng shook his head. "I only vaguely heard my father mention the ancestral shrine, but I have never seen it."
"Then what about the Zeng family and the Xun family?" Feeling that something was wrong, Xiao Hua turned to Zeng Jing and Xun Qing. As expected, both shook their heads and gave nearly identical answers. "Our families have fallen into decline. How could there still be any ancestral shrines?"
Just then, "Woooo..." The eighth strange sound rang out, coming from yet another direction different from the previous