See the Law of Deception

Chapter 243 Heredity (49)

Lu Jinzhao had walked this road to the ancestral hall several times and was quite familiar with it.

Even though the villagers had all hidden themselves and the village was completely silent, a festive red lantern was hung at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The lantern wasn't hung properly; it was just stuck crookedly above the door frame, and its pale red light wasn't bright, barely illuminating the entrance to the ancestral hall.

Lu Jinzhao remembers that lanterns were not usually hung at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

This was hung up on purpose.

"Are we celebrating the arrival of more villagers today?"

Perhaps you are one of them.

Suddenly, the sheepskin appeared.

The door to the ancestral hall was half-closed, leaving only a dark crack. There were no lights on inside, and no one else could be heard making any noise.

Lu Jinzhao saw the crooked, red characters floating before her, but her expression remained unchanged: "Perhaps?"

"What would you be if I became a villager?" she asked casually. "I'd be a villager during the day, and you'd be a ghost at night?"

Oh, you're dreaming.

Sheepskin was beaming with pride.

How could I possibly let you live? I am me at night, and of course, I am me during the day too.

And why should I stay in such a lousy place?

It complained again.

I'm going somewhere else.

"Where?" Lu Jinzhao checked the time; there were still two minutes left before her mission ended.

Although the sheepskin doesn't possess much wisdom, it subconsciously does the opposite of what the deer does today.

I won't tell you.

Lu Jinzhao was a little speechless, and asked again, "How could it be you during the day? The villagers here are people during the day."

Sheepskin fell silent again.

Therefore, Lu Jinzhao was convinced that this question had hit the nail on the head.

During the day, are they people?
Could it be that if she dies here, the sheepskin can become a human during the day in the village, instead of a ghost?
Is it because of this platform, or because of the soul transaction?

Or perhaps the two combined.
When the time came, Lu Jinzhao didn't think much of it and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall to go inside.

The air is a little cold.

The temperature inside the ancestral hall was lower than outside. The light source in Lu Jinzhao's hand worked perfectly, but it could only illuminate a part of the dark ancestral hall.

Under Lu Jinzhao's control, the cold, silvery light of the flashlight shone onto the table where the memorial tablets were placed, where three more tablets bearing names had been added.

Two memorial tablets were stained with blood, while the other only contained a name.

But there was no one else in the ancestral hall, only three memorial tablets.

The ancestral hall was not tidy, and there were some signs of disorder. It seemed that the people who came in before had encountered something terrible here. Perhaps they were resisting or struggling, which left some marks on the ground, and the table was also knocked crooked, as well as some other small marks.

Lu Jinzhao took these things into her eyes. When the time came, she no longer hesitated and began to do the task.

She had to do several things: put the memorial tablet back, light incense, cut her wrists and smear blood, and kowtow.

Lu Jinzhao held a memorial tablet in one hand and a flashlight in the other. She walked to the offering table. The three memorial tablets that had been placed were not neatly arranged. As she approached, a faint smell of blood wafted from the tablets.

The names on these three memorial tablets were very clear, but the characters were crooked, as if they were carved in a sleepwalking manner. Her own memorial tablet was obviously much better. The character "鹿" (deer) had been completely carved, but the characters "今朝" (today) were only carved with some messy strokes and were not yet formed.

This is the result she got after spending most of the money she had spent to save her life.

"Hopefully useful."

As Lu Jinzhao spoke, he reached out and tentatively placed the memorial tablet back on the offering table.

--clatter
The wooden memorial tablet was gently placed on the table, bringing a slight sound to the silent ancestral hall.

no problem.

temporary.

She slowly released her grip and took a step back. —Tick-tock

A very soft sound, like some liquid falling from a height behind me.

Lu Jinzhao suddenly turned around, and the beam of the flashlight fell to the ground as she turned.

Dust swirled in the beam of the flashlight, and Lu Jinzhao saw something fall to the ground.

A drop of blood.

Lu Jinzhao immediately realized something. She abruptly raised her flashlight and shone the beam onto the roof beam, the pale light illuminating the darkness above the ancestral hall—

The photo showed three faces.

Three faces, close together, hanging from the roof beam.

They huddled together, their skin deathly pale, their features distorted for some reason, their mouths and eyes wide open to an inhuman degree, as if they would burst open at any moment.

They were "watching" her.

With those already cloudy and blurred pupils, with that completely frozen face, yet with a terrifying expression, he stared straight at Lu Jinzhao, at everyone who was about to step into the ancestral hall and follow in his footsteps.

Look, this is what happens to us.

See, this will be your fate too.

——Tick-tock

Blood was dripping from their bodies.

It's like the ticking of a clock, or a countdown to death.

[A decent thriller performance.]

Sheepskin's enthusiastic commentary seemed to aim to make the matter appear lighter.

Lu Jinzhao let out a breath: "Is it just a performance?"

【：）】

What does Yangpi want to do?
It suddenly became active.

Is it to distract yourself?

time does not wait.

Lu Jinzhao forced himself not to look at the danger on the roof beam. With his back to the three obviously abnormal corpses, he turned back to the offering table, picked up the incense, and prepared to light it.

[Lu Jinzhao] crawled out from her shoulder, and the drawn eyes stared straight at the roof beam.

The deer cannot see the scene through its eyes, but the shadow puppet can pat her after seeing the movement, which can be considered a reminder.

However, when she turned around to pick up the incense and her gaze returned to her memorial tablet, she sensed something was wrong.

Does the name have an extra stroke?
The strokes of the two characters 【今朝】 are chaotic and change slowly over time. For an ordinary person, it would be difficult to react to this subtle change in an instant.

But she is Lu Jinzhao.

Therefore, the moment she saw the memorial tablet, she subconsciously felt a little awkward. She wouldn't ignore her subconscious feelings, so after careful observation and reflection, she confirmed it.

The character 【朝】 has one more stroke than when it was placed back on the offering table.

"So the danger also comes from here?"

Even if the name on the memorial tablet is incomplete, it is quickly completed after being put back on the altar.

What about those whose names are already complete?
Did something unusual happen immediately after the memorial tablet was placed back on the altar?
She needs to hurry.

He took out a lighter and lit three incense sticks. There were still some incense ash left by the previous visitors in the incense holder in front of the offering table, but the incense itself was nowhere to be found.

The smell of burning incense was familiar, not unpleasant, and the white-gray smoke rose in a winding, wavy pattern as Lu Jinzhao inserted the incense.

It's floating.

It floated until it reached the roof beam.

It floated onto the three corpses whose eyes were wide open in death.

　Happy New Year, even though it's a little late!

　　(End of this chapter)