Phi-Fic Chapter 25: Nian Ancestral Hall
Chapter 25: Nian Ancestral Hall
Mo Weiqian glanced sideways and saw that his brother was looking at him helplessly. He tried to be naughty and appease Xiaoyun, so he would make the profit anyway.
Hiding in the crowd again, Jiang An muttered softly:
"Little pretty boy, you are just pretending to be dead. It's great that you have someone to protect you, but if you offend the village chief, I will see how you die in a while."
The ancestral hall with red tiled brick walls was just ahead, and the heavy old wooden door was closed.
There are two majestic stone lions on both sides, but the surface is different from the cement ground we just walked on, and it is black in color.
When he stepped on it, he felt a slight sinking feeling, and it was very fluffy. Mo Weiqian lightly stepped on the ground with his toes.
Before Mo Weiqian made any move, Meng Yunqi had already used props:
"Brother, for one minute, the NPC won't pay attention to us."
Mo Weiqian raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Okay."
Several veteran players watched their actions silently.
Mo Weiqian rolled up his sleeves, squatted down quickly, and wiped the ground.
The shocking alternation of yellow and white - round hollow copper coins and white paper copper coins - covered the entire ground under your feet.
"What...what is this? Why are there so many copper coins?" The players were scared to death, but they didn't dare to show too much and attract the attention of the NPCs.
The effect of the prop was about to disappear, so Mo Weiqian slowly covered it back with the black soil.
There was no extra expression on his face. He dragged Meng Yunqi to the back of the crowd:
"Ayun, these copper coins are spread across the ground, and the area they extend is difficult to calculate. I don't know much about metaphysics or Taoism, but I know that copper coins can suppress evil spirits."
"If something requires so much effort to suppress, then..."
Meng Yunqi naturally knew the seriousness of the matter, and his expression became more serious. He estimated that if this thing came out, even he might not be able to deal with it.
The two brothers suppressed their expressions and followed the team into the ancestral hall as if nothing had happened.
'Crunch...squeak'
The heavy red wooden door rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound. Humid air spread out, carrying a faint smell of blood.
Players entered the ancestral hall one after another.
But everyone heard it as soon as they stepped through the door.
A 'plop' sound.
A man fell to the ground with a slump. This man was Jiang An who was shouting just now.
"Ah, who, who wants to harm me."
Jiang An, who had seen so many strange things along the way and was already frightened out of his wits, fell flat on his face in the ancestral hall.
He could no longer hold back his temper, and the solemn and ancient ancestral hall was filled with his roar:
"It was you, you pretty boy. You were upset that I scolded you on the street, so you framed me."
After saying that, he pounced towards Mo Weiqian, thinking viciously, if you don't want me to live, you must take me with you when you die!
At the same time, the village chief, who was holding three incense sticks to worship his ancestors, turned back sinisterly, broke the incense with force, veins bulged on his forehead, and he bit his back teeth. His eyes swept across the player's pale face inch by inch, and finally fell on Jiang An who pounced on Mo Weiqian.
Oh no, someone is finished.
Mo Weiqian quickly fled the "crime scene", and the village chief had already picked up Jiang An by the scruff of the neck like a chicken.
Jiang An, who was shaking like a sieve, no longer cared about the severe pain in the back of his neck and tried to stay strong:
"The village... the village chief... it's really not me..."
Tears streaming down his face, he looked like a chicken being held by the neck and waiting to be slaughtered. The village chief stared at Jiang An stiffly and shouted mechanically:
"In the ancestral hall...be respectful!"
“Respectful!”
“Respect!!”
Mo Weiqian blocked his ears and complained about the system in his mind, wondering why the NPC program couldn't be developed better? It would get stuck all the time.
If the system could speak at this moment, it would definitely shout, "It's unfair, sir."
“Respect!!!”
The village chief's voice gradually turned into a fierce and shrill scream, scratching the player's eardrums and causing pain. His expression also became distorted.
Mo Weiqian looked at the village chief's ferocious face, and if he didn't know anyone, he would think someone had dug up his ancestral grave.
The incense sticks were broken. If we really want to talk about disrespect, I think the village chief would be the first one to be named.
He finally understood the double standard, and Mo Weiqian quietly rolled his eyes.
The old players showed off their skills and were not obviously affected.
As for Jiang An, he was so frightened that his soul flew away and he peed his pants after the first word of "respect".
Well, this fishy smell goes straight to the top of my head and it’s a bit irritating to my eyes.
At this time, two sturdy villagers came out from the side door of the ancestral hall, carried Jiang An, who was like a dead pig, and walked away.
Actually, it was not Mo Weiqian's fault. After seeing the copper coins outside the door, Jiang An was frightened. When he stepped into the ancestral hall, he just looked around and fell down.
After the storm passed, the village chief regained his composure and said to the frightened players:
"Those who are disrespectful to the ancestral hall will be punished by staying in the woodshed for two days."
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Mo Weiqian turned around and looked at the altar. The village chief walked around the altar and lit incense. He said as he lit the incense:
"I am Wang Hongfu, the 65th generation descendant of the village chief. Please pay respect to the ancestors of the Wang family."
The altar was placed in front of the offering table, and in the shrine on the altar was an exquisite portrait of a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old.
This must be the real God that Wang Hongfu talked about. Mo Weiqian carefully observed the exquisite young man in the snow-white sacrificial robes in the portrait.
The snow-white skin and hair and the solemn and dignified look gave the boy an inviolable divinity.
Mo Weiqian raised his eyes inadvertently, and was suddenly met with a pair of beast-like, molten golden eyes.
"!!!"
The moment he saw those eyes, the sticky, greedy gaze that locked onto its prey was fixed on Mo Weiqian again.
As their eyes met, Mo Weiqian felt his heart beating rapidly.
At the same time, a familiar and strange heat began to spread from the heart, climbing towards the collarbone and lower abdomen.
Oh my god! Why is it you again?
It’s the pair of golden eyes that can’t be erased even in dreams!
Damn it, it’s still haunting him. He thought it had died in the previous copy.
This dog is so evil that it would be impossible to kill him even if you use your heels to think about it.
Mo Weiqian was a little nervous and wanted to hide behind Meng Yun who stood up. At this time, Wang Hongfu said:
"Please burn incense to the Holy Son to show your gratitude."
I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying. The task was not sent out earlier or later, but at this time!
After Wang Hongfu finished speaking, no one dared to move for a while. In a solemn place like an ancestral hall, the walls were peeling and there were cobwebs everywhere, but this portrait was the only one that was lifelike and exquisite, and it didn't seem like something that should be found here.
It's weird, who dares to touch it?
Wang Hongfu saw that no one was paying attention to him, but he didn't get angry. He raised his finger and pointed at Mo Weiqian:
"Start with you, and burn incense in turn."
Looking at this luck, Mo Weiqian was almost laughing out of anger.
Meng Yunqi saw that Mo Weiqian's forehead was covered with sweat and said worriedly:
"Brother, are you okay? Why don't I go first?"
Mo Weiqian quickly grabbed Meng Yunqi who was about to take his place:
"It's okay, I just have a bit of a heart attack, it's nothing serious."
"Besides, I've already offended him, and adding you to the mix is not worth it."
Mo Weiqian raised his hand and pressed it to his chest. His skin was burning under his sweaty shirt.
After a moment, Mo Weiqian calmly walked towards the altar.
When he approached with the incense in his hand, those eyes looked at him teasingly, as if saying: Kneel down, ant, this is a gift to you.
Mo Weiqian:......
Damn it, I really want to stick the incense in his eyes!