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Chapter 162 Shen's Ancestral Hall
The bloodstains in the palace were shocking, including the blood of medicine spirits and monsters, as well as the blood of Jun Yunsi and Shen Tangluo.

And the huge ancient well was surrounded by silence, with dim light floating around, as if all the dangers had disappeared, but there was no trace of Shen Tangluo.

Jun Yunsi's eyes fell on the ancient well, and his face became more and more serious.

At this time, he had to hold on, and not fall down, his Tang'er was still waiting for him.

Jun Yunsi's handsome brows were tightly frowned, his body was refined and slender, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, his red clothes were already torn, but he still stood upright and resolute, without any embarrassment.

Three thousand ink hairs fell down like a waterfall, messy and unrestrained, stained with blood on the side of his face, adding a bit of broken cold and evil feeling.

His phoenix eyes were narrowed, cold and cold, as if he could not feel the pain all over his body, he raised his heavy steps and approached the ancient well, secretly tried to activate the spiritual power in his body, and jumped down without hesitation...

At this moment, Shen Tangluo was completely immersed in the black water, and his cold face was filled with pain.

Sequences of unfamiliar pictures are like blurred ink paintings, emerging frame by frame in front of my eyes.

The night fell, the moon was covered by black clouds, and everything was silent.

The first thing that catches the eye is a simple and elegant courtyard without losing its grand style.

In this courtyard, two lanterns hang in front of the magnificent hall, shining a warm yellow light, reflecting four powerful characters.

Shen's ancestral hall.

It can be seen that this is an ancestral hall for offering sacrifices to ancestors, and there is endless solemnity in silence.

At this time, a man in a white robe led a little girl and pushed open the gate of the hall.

The man in white was handsome in appearance, gentle and elegant, with a scholarly air, clean and thorough.

However, the darkness of the night was thick, covering the sad expression under the man's eyebrows.

He let go of the little girl's hand, walked to the side, lit a few oil lamps, and the hall suddenly brightened up.

Immediately afterwards, he led the little girl to the rows of spiritual tablets burning with incense candles, and then stopped.

"Yan'er, let's say goodbye."

The man in white glanced sadly at the enshrined spiritual tablet, then lowered his eyes, and said warmly to the little girl beside him.

The little girl, who was called Yan'er by the man, looked only about six or seven years old, wearing a light blue brocade dress, with an innocent smile on her immature and bright face, with a harmless look.

When she heard what the man in white said, she seemed very puzzled. She tilted her head and raised her head to ask curiously, "Daddy, why do you want to worship?"

The man in white patted her head helplessly, bent his tall body slightly, and said with a smile, "This is our Shen family's ancestral hall, and all the ancestors of the Shen family are enshrined here."

The little girl nodded with a vague understanding, and the man continued to explain: "They have blessed the Shen family for thousands of years, and they have the Shen family that is admired by the world today. Yan Er, tell me, do you want to worship?"

The little girl pouted dissatisfied, and complained quietly: "Yan'er understands, but Daddy, why didn't you tell me earlier and bring Yan'er here earlier?"

She frowned slightly, and without waiting for the man's response, she clasped her hands together, knelt down on the futon, and kowtowed three times in a row, extremely pious.

Seeing this, Shen Tangluo was startled, and his body submerged in the water unconsciously slid down.

When she saw the rows of spiritual positions, she had a faint guess in her heart. Now that everything is in front of her eyes, what else does she not understand.

The little girl called Yan'er by the man in white was Shen Qianyan when she was young, and she was her biological mother.

She finally understood why Shen Qianyan stayed in the dark Fuyuan Pagoda for ten years.

When she came here, she hadn't opened the black and red Yin-Yang Bagua Gate so far. The palace behind it had the exact same furnishings as the Shen's Ancestral Hall in the picture in front of her.

In her previous life, she had seen Shen Qianyan kneeling down devoutly like the little girl in the picture, day after day, year after year.

Except for the days of inexplicable disappearance, there has never been a break.

(End of this chapter)