“What a great ancestral hall.”

The young man shook his head slightly and kept smacking his tongue.

As Song He said, the fishing village was quite prosperous before the appearance of the Mud Dragon King.

Houses of this size are rarely seen nowadays.

Although most of the houses have become dilapidated due to disrepair, and from a distance only a blur of gray remains.

But the ancestral hall seems to have escaped the baptism of time.

The wide and bright double doors were painted with tung oil, reflecting a bright luster in the rain.

It's like an oil-painted clown that has wandered into a black and white photo. The bright and strange colors make people unable to take their eyes away.

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked inside.

Through the open door, you can see two layers of wooden signs.

A dozen or so spiritual tablets made of excellent materials are lined up, and above them is a slightly larger spiritual tablet.

Moving your gaze upward, you can see a plaque with the words "Chun De Ke Feng" written in traditional Chinese from right to left.

Looking up again, you will find that the house has green bricks and green tiles, which has a Jiangnan style.

Unfortunately, this is the Northeast.

The obviously different styles of layout, coupled with traces of years of repairs, make this ancestral hall look out of place.

"call…"

Wang Jin took a breath and began to make final preparations.

Perhaps because of the explosion just now, villagers who had not participated also began to run to the vicinity of the row house to watch the excitement.

The ancestral hall, where people were supposed to be queuing up to get water, was now empty.

Except for the three figures standing at the door.

The rainwater fell and slid to the ground along the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, blending into the soil.

"Are you sure you want to go in with me?"

Wang Jin carried half a bottle of inhibitor and looked down at Xiaohua, who still had tears in her eyes.

He really doesn't hate this little girl.

The new star in the ghost story world who is full of murderous thoughts is regarded as an enemy, and even a burly man has to wait for a while.

But Xiaohua only cried in Wang Jin's arms for a short while, and then stubbornly expressed her intention to follow him.

Maybe it’s the unique courage of a newborn calf, or maybe it’s the unique character developed by growing up in a place like this.

In short, Wang Jin admires it very much.

Besides...he needs someone like this.

Xiaohua is also an outsider and a child with a weak constitution.

If there is any real danger, it will definitely show up on her first.

From this perspective, the role that little flowers can play is even greater than that of many adult villagers.

"Sure, I want to help Song He."

Xiaohua sobbed and nodded, then stretched out her hand to pinch Wang Jin.

Apparently he hasn't calmed down yet.

"You might not be able to accept it."

"I can accept it."

The little girl nodded stubbornly.

"As long as you can accept it."

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, turned the bottle in his hand, and poured the contents onto Xiao Hua's head.

Strange talk about inhibitors.

This thing has many advantages.

It is an excellent conductor, has good thermal insulation properties, is easy to carry and easy to store.

Most importantly, it's quite practical.

This thing can inhibit other weird stories through its own unique pollution.

At first glance, it sounds quite tempting, and may even lead to the idea of ​​"carrying a large amount of inhibitors with you to contain the monsters single-handedly."

There are indeed people who have done this.

later…

Some people say that because the inhibitor is too heavy, he really can't avoid Kaitan's attack.

Some people also said that he was vomiting violently due to the unique smell of the inhibitor and could not even walk.

His ending is quite consistent.

Torn to pieces alive by strange talk.

All in all... inhibitors are not some refreshing high-end perfume.

Quite the opposite.

People in the suppression department call it "black dog blood" because of its highly similar smell and properties.

After being stained by this kind of thing, Xiaohua, who was quite fond of cleanliness, instantly became extremely sad and her whole face collapsed.

Then he stretched out his hand to pinch Wang Jin and rubbed against him.

"The situation is special, I will dare to do it next time."

The latter rubbed Xiaohua's head and didn't care about the weak revenge.

There was sudden severe pain in his arm. Wang Jin took a deep breath and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.

The latter took back his hand as if nothing had happened and looked at Xiaohua with eyes full of pity.

"I'll buy her new clothes in a few days."

"Ahem...ok."

After nodding guiltily, Wang Jin raised his legs and crossed the threshold.

Enter the ancestral hall.

well--

The sound of overlapping exhales suddenly sounded in the air, like a dozen people lamenting at the same time.

"You seem to be in a bad mood."

Wang Jin grinned and threw something away.

It's still an inhibitor.

"I'll make you feel even worse."

"Eula!"

Xiao Hei put his fingers together and stretched them out quickly, smashing the glass bottle of the inhibitor into pieces.

Thick black-red liquid spilled onto the tablet.

These tablets are placed in the house, and Wang Jin is not worried that the inhibitors will be washed away by the rain.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the unresponsive altar table.

This is the only place where something could go wrong.

Although the investigation hasn't started yet, it's always a good idea to strike first.

well--

Another sigh sounded, but with more emotion.

A strange wind blew by, obviously carrying some hostility.

"court death."

Hu Xiaobei narrowed his eyes and fired a wind blade with his hand.

Without hesitation, he smashed the tablet in front of him.

She seemed to blame herself for being soft on Xiao Hua, and now she became ruthless in her attacks.

"My aunt!"

Wang Jin snapped his fingers, and Xiao Hei rushed forward with tears in his eyes, blocking the wind blade with a heroic sacrifice.

"嘤嘤!"
To be continued...