But the Korean official was unwilling to give up, and there was no other way to choose, so he had to take a gamble, so he chose the west wing room based on his feelings.

In order to use the movement when encountering an emergency, I took out the flashlight from my mouth and ran straight out of the hall door.

Last time I came to Lao Litou's house, I only went to the lobby, and I had never really visited the wing rooms on both sides of the courtyard. If I guessed wrongly, I would have returned without success. The Korean clerk held the flashlight in his left hand and picked up an old mop pole in his right hand, holding it tightly, and carefully walked through the yard.

When I arrived at the west wing, I found that it was extremely ragged and didn't look like it was for people to live in.

The doors and windows of the wing room are all made of wooden structures, and the crimson paint on the doors has fallen out in large pieces and accumulated on the ground. When I first saw it, I thought there was a pool of blood on the ground, but in fact it was just crimson paint piled up together.

It seems that this is not only the hall maintains the style of the late Qing Dynasty, but also the wing room.

The windows are made of old-fashioned hollow wooden frame structure and are pasted with window paper, but due to their age, many holes of large and small have been produced.

The Korean official leaned forward, his head approached the window, and at the same time, he shone the light of the flashlight through the holes in the window paper into the wing room.

But when I looked in through the window, I found that this place did not look like a living room at all. Instead, it was more like a ancestral hall dedicated to my ancestors...

There are several rows of tablets in the middle of the ancestral hall, and there are several plates with fruit on the altar, but the things on the plate are just a few black grapes or plums.

The most eye-catching thing is the portrait hanging directly above the tablet. Because the visibility is still very low, the Korean official initially believes that the yellowed portrait is Erlang Shen.

Through the light, I could see the person in the portrait holding a big black dog in one hand, while the other hand seemed to be there. There was a weapon vertically next to the statue. The others could not see clearly anything else. The Korean official believed that the big black dog must be the Xiaotian dog.

Mr. Han thought about why this old head Li had to hang a statue of Erlang above his ancestors... He thought, this old man Li was really elusive.

The light moved right, and the Korean official found that there was a large wooden bed on the right side facing the wall.

"Will Mr. Li really live in this ancestral hall?" Han Yuan thought to himself.

In fact, in the eyes of Korean officials, this is no longer a strange thing. If you have been living in such a terrifying environment for a long time, you don’t have to pay attention to anything. Over time, you will not feel scared.

Mr. Han walked to the door of the wing room, but found that the door was hidden. He then took a deep breath and pushed open the door with a slam.

It would be fine if I pushed it, but as the door struggled, the dust accumulated on the door fell, and even his head was covered in his body. This made him choke. The Korean officer coughed and slapped the dust falling on his body and walked in.

Han Yuan felt like he was alone in a haunted house, but everything in front of him was not the scary props in the haunted house, it was all real...

The Korean official wanted to bypass the tablets offered and suppress himself from looking at them, but because the offerings were in the middle, he had to see the tablets clearly as soon as he entered the door.
Chapter completed!