The terrifying dead soul stood in front of the ghost coffin, its black and white palms wrapped with a large amount of flames, and then, it fiercely slapped the ghost coffin.

Everything in the ancestral hall began to distort, and the flames twisted into human bodies, and then "disappeared".

In less than ten seconds, the flames in the entire room disappeared quickly, leaving no trace of the flames.

Immediately after, the Ming coins began to dissipate into a wisp of white mist, and finally only the two corpses were left.

Finally, there was the coffin. The closed coffin lid was violently lifted, and Wang Chaling inside and the four dead souls guarding the four corners of the coffin disappeared.

Bang~!

The door of the ancestral hall slammed shut, and the candles burning in the corner were extinguished one by one. Only two corpses were left kneeling quietly next to the ghost coffin. A piece of Ming coins was put into the brazier in front, maintaining a little firelight.

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An ancestral hall is still an ancestral hall.

Wang Chaling opened the coffin lid, climbed out, and looked at the surrounding environment, candles, corpses, braziers...even the location of the coffin lid he opened, the layout was exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that there is more soil and more ghosts here.

"These are the ghosts that ran out before." Wang Chaling glanced at them and found that these ghosts were in poor condition.

Most of them are in a silent state, and some have even crashed. They are completely different from the previous ones that can launch attacks as soon as they come out.

"This house has a suppressive effect on evil ghosts." Wang Chaling looked at his parents. Although they were the same as usual, their actions were a little sluggish.

As soon as he got out of the coffin, he kept his grandmother by his side to protect him and resisted the oppression, so he didn't notice this abnormality at the first time.

"Looking at the number of descendants of the Wang family, they should be three generations old. Time flies so fast."

An old voice suddenly came out of the door, bringing back some impressions deep in Wang Chaling's memory.

But he did not respond. Instead, he asked his grandfather to open the door of the ancestral hall. The dazzling light shone into the ancestral hall, making Wang Chaling squint his eyes.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a bamboo cane chair is placed there, next to it is a bamboo table.

There are two teacups on it, one is held by an old hand, and the other is still radiating steam.

A body quickly solidified next to Wang Chaling, and a modified consciousness was put into the body by Wang Chaling using deception as a medium.

"Mr. Li."

"Wang Chaling" sat on the chair on the other side, and at the old man's signal, he picked up the cup of tea that was still steaming.

The old man turned sideways and looked at "Wang Chaling" sitting next to him, and chuckled: "You kid, you are quite cautious."

"Boy from the Wang family, don't worry. Although Xiao Li is dead, he still leaves some consciousness in the world."

It was Meng Xiaodong's voice. Wang Chaling followed the sound and looked into the distance. An old man carrying a basket was standing in front of him.

"Xiao Li, I feel sorry for you about what happened this time." Immediately afterwards, Meng Xiaodong said to the man on the chair.

"It's all to solve the supernatural resurgence. It's just a burial ground. It's a good thing that it can be used by future generations."

"Furthermore, if it weren't for Xiao Xianguang, I don't know how long my remaining consciousness will have to sleep. It may just die." The old man didn't seem to care that his tomb was robbed, and said casually.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wang Chaling looked calm, and the body sitting on the chair suddenly disappeared.
Chapter completed!