Passing through several houses from the center, a group of people came to a house not far away.

Compared with other houses, this house is much larger in terms of specifications, and its height and width are several times that of other houses.

Even the biggest village head's house is at least a whole circle smaller than it!

However, the big is big, but this place is dilapidated. Looking up, with the moonlight, it can even be seen that the roof has been pierced several times, leaving only the remnant body and four isolated walls to barely support the main structure.

It is no exaggeration to say that this kind of house is dangerous.

"Ancestral hall!"

Ning Yue frowned slightly, looking lightly at the plaque hanging obliquely on the door of the big house, she couldn't help murmuring.

Hearing Ningyue's voice, Mo Yang and the others couldn't help raising their heads slightly, and they were very confused for a while.

"Is this the ancestral hall in the village?" Dao Twelve frowned.

The old village head stopped slightly: "Exactly."

"Damn, you said it's Yizhuang, I think it's shabby, but it's still an ancestral hall." Dao Twelve spoke directly, and said what was in his heart without any concealment.

Mo Yang quickly pushed the guy with his arm, and stared at the corner of his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Am I wrong?" Dao Twelve muttered aggrievedly.

Generally speaking, if there is no ancestral hall in the village, it goes without saying, but if there is a special ancestral hall, then at least it means that the village has no respect for the ancestors.

But in this case, no matter how poor the village is, it often does not treat the ancestral hall badly.

Even if it is not magnificent, at least it is bright and bright, but this place is good...

Damn, it's nothing!

Even, messy and dirty are added mischievously!

Not to mention that Dao Twelve couldn't help complaining, even Mo Yang himself was speechless for a while.

"Go in." The old village head said softly, and walked in first.

With the creaking of the old wooden door and a lazy call, the entire ancestral hall was completely opened.

A puff of dust filled the air like old smoke, causing many people to cover their noses and blow air, feeling uncomfortable.

The inside of the house is dilapidated, full of cobwebs, weeds are overgrown on the ground, mixed with some rotten wood and broken tiles, you will never have any doubts if you say that no one has entered it in ten years.

"This place..." Even Ning Yue, who was more reserved and reserved, frowned slightly at this moment.

The musty smell had almost reached the point of being pungent, and the central altar, which originally enshrined the spirit tablet, was completely covered by spider webs, and a few decayed spirit tablets were lying there here and there.

The old village head stopped slowly, and several old men were also separated into his two volumes at this time.

"The place is already here, and the lock is here, but let me ask one last time, are you really sure?"

"Damn, does this place seem to have a lock? You just hang a lock, and that lock is worth more than this house." Dao Twelve whispered.

"Is there any reason why it can't be locked after taking the key?" Wang Simin said indifferently.

"Okay." The old village chief nodded, then looked up at Lei Gong and the others. JrNovels.com