With a creaking sound, dust filled the air, and the ancestral hall appeared empty in front of Zhou Huaishan.

The tablets in the house are gone, the tables, chairs and incense burners are gone, and even the portraits of the ancestors are gone.

All are gone.

Facing this empty room, Zhou Huaishan seemed to have been drained of all his strength at this moment.

He slowly fell down the door frame and sat on the ground.

Back then, his sons were put here.

Chen Li looked at Zhou Huaishan's sad expression, then squatted down and took out a cloth bag.

The cloth bag is unfolded, and inside is some small stupas with folded gold and silver ingots.

Zhou Huaishan stared at those things and looked up at Chen Li.

"master."

Zhou Huaishan shook his head gently, "I don't deserve it, wait for me to avenge them."

As he was talking, a black shadow suddenly flashed by at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Chapter completed!