He felt that he must have found the wrong direction.

"Yang Jian, don't you go and worship?" Jiang Yan handed a few incense sticks and said.

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, took the incense, bowed to the strange father, and then left the room.

But after he turned around and left and closed the door.

I don't know if it was a change in light or something that was incomprehensible.

The man's face on the portrait was shrouded in the darkness, giving people an incomprehensible weirdness, like a person hiding in the darkness, peeking at everything here.

The lit incense emits a slightly red light, swaying and gradually fading.

"Our room is here. My mother has already packed it up before. If you are tired, you can rest first. You can take something out of the car, because you may stay here for several days." Yang Jian walked to the room next door.

It was a simple and clean bedroom.

"Well, Yang Jian, next door is... your father's portrait. Isn't it scary to live here? I don't mean to be disgusted. I'm just a little timid, you know." Jiang Yan said nervously.

Yang Jian said, "I checked it just now. No problem, and if there is something wrong, aren't I still there? What are you afraid of?"

"Then I'm going to be with you tonight, you can't walk away alone." Jiang Yan said.
Chapter completed!