"Su Xuan, the clock has chimed."
Just after sealing the rope, Long Xiwén looked toward Su Xuan.
"Yeah!"
Su Xuan nodded, picked up the Ruyi Stick, and walked out of the room.
Long Xiwén hurriedly followed.
If that thing was trying to convey some message to them, then by the time they reached the living room where the clock was kept, they would likely see something astonishing again, just like what Auntie Li had described earlier—seeing a spirit hall...
"Shh!"
As they went down the stairs from the second floor, Su Xuan suddenly made a silencing gesture.
Walking behind him, Long Xiwén immediately held her breath and fell silent. She turned her gaze to the living room, and her pupils constricted.
A spirit hall!
A spirit hall had indeed appeared in the living room!
There were many wreaths around the hall, with elegiac couplets written on them, and lifelike paper effigies. The whole scene was arranged very formally.
But both of them knew it was fake.
