Zhi'er frowned, scrutinizing carefully.
The building behind the villagers really looked like an ancestral hall.
She could vaguely see inside, altars and incense were set up.
Mo Yanchi stepped forward and helped Ge Qian, who had fallen to the ground, get up.
His expression was serious: "What are you doing here?"
Ge Qian was frightened out of her wits, tears streaming down as she said, "I just saw a figure run inside and thought it was one of our classmates."
Who could have known, after entering, she actually saw——
A severed pig's head, bloodily placed on the offering table.
The villagers angrily said, "We are about to perform our ancestral rites, and she, an outsider, just barges in like that, truly unruly!"
The other villagers followed in their anger.
"Exactly, we kindly allowed you to stay here to play, not to destroy the feng shui of our ancestral hall!"
Mo Yanchi had no choice but to apologize alongside Ge Qian.
