Chapter 162 Shen’s Ancestral Hall

Author: Luo Wuxiao

Chapter 162 Shen’s Ancestral Hall

The palace was stained with shocking blood, including the blood of Yao Ling and monster beasts, as well as the blood of Jun Yunsi and Shen Tangluo.

The huge ancient well was surrounded by silence and dim light, as if all dangers had disappeared, but Shen Tangluo was nowhere to be seen.

Jun Yunsi cast his gaze on the ancient well, his expression getting darker and darker.

At this time, he must hold on and not fall down, because his Tang'er is still waiting for him.

Jun Yunsi's handsome brows were furrowed, and his figure was lean and slender. Although his body was covered in bruises and scars, and his red clothes were in tatters, he still stood tall and resolute, not showing any signs of embarrassment.

Three thousand black hair fell down like a waterfall, messy and flamboyant, stained with blood on the side of his face, adding a bit of broken cold evil feeling.

His phoenix eyes were condensed and cold, as if he could not feel any pain. He walked towards the ancient well with heavy steps, secretly tried to activate the spiritual power in his body, and jumped down without hesitation...

At this time, Shen Tangluo was completely immersed in the black water, and his cold little face was filled with pain.

Sections of unfamiliar scenes are like blurred ink paintings, appearing in front of my eyes frame by frame.

The night falls, dark clouds cover the moon, and everything is silent.

The first thing that catches the eye is a courtyard that is simple and elegant, yet still grand.

In this courtyard, two lanterns were hung in front of the magnificent palace door, shining with a warm yellow light, reflecting four powerful characters.

Shen's Ancestral Hall.

It can be seen that this is an ancestral hall to worship ancestors, with endless solemnity and solemnity in the silence.

At this time, a man in a white robe led a little girl and pushed open the door of the palace.

The man in white has a handsome appearance, a gentle temperament, and a scholarly air, which is clean and thorough.

However, the darkness of the night obscured the sad look under the man's brows.

He let go of the little girl's hand, walked aside, lit a few oil lamps, and the hall suddenly became a little brighter.

Immediately afterwards, he led the little girl to the rows of memorial tablets lit by incense and candles, and then stopped.

"Yan'er, please say goodbye."

The man in white glanced sadly at the enshrined soul, then lowered his eyes and spoke warmly to the little girl beside him.

The little girl whom the man calls Yan'er looks like she is only about six or seven years old. She is wearing a light blue brocade dress and has an innocent smile on her young and bright face, looking harmless.

She heard the words of the man in white and seemed confused. She tilted her head and raised her head and asked curiously, "Daddy, why do you want to worship?"

The man in white touched her head helplessly, bent his tall body slightly, his eyes full of love and gentleness, and said with a smile: "This is our Shen family's ancestral hall, and the ancestors of the Shen family are enshrined here."

The little girl nodded in understanding, and the man continued to explain: "They have blessed the Shen family for thousands of years, and they have the Shen family that is respected by the world today. Yan'er, tell me, do you want to worship?"

The little girl pouted dissatisfied and said resentfully: "Yan'er understands, but daddy, why didn't you tell me earlier and bring Yan'er over earlier?"

She frowned slightly, and without waiting for the man to respond, she clasped her hands together, knelt on the futon, and kowtowed three times in succession, which was particularly pious.

Seeing this, Shen Tangluo was startled, and his body submerged in the water slid down unconsciously.

When she saw the rows of spiritual tablets, she had a vague suspicion in her heart. Now that everything was in front of her eyes, there was nothing she didn't understand.

The little girl called Yan'er by the man in white was Shen Qianyan when she was young, and she was her biological mother.

She finally understood why Shen Qianyan had been guarding the dark Fuyuan Tower for ten years.

When she came here, she still hadn't pushed open the black and red Yin Yang Bagua door. The palace behind it had the same furnishings as the Shen Ancestral Hall in the picture in front of her.

In her previous life, she had seen Shen Qianyan just like the little girl in the picture, kneeling down and worshiping devoutly, day after day, year after year.

Except for those days when I disappeared inexplicably, there has never been a break.
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