"What... what's happening? What has happened to our... our family temple?"
Upon seeing the eerie scene outside the ancestral hall, Xu Qingyuan was immediately thrown into a panic, his face reflecting utter horror.
Incense was stuck in little mounds of soil, and these little soil mounds looked eerily like miniature graves.
The scene was chilling to the extreme. Combined with what he had seen earlier, it involuntarily sparked dreadful associations in his mind.
Xu Qingyuan subconsciously wondered whether these small soil mounds actually symbolized real graves.
If they were real graves, or substitutes of graves, appearing outside his family temple and encircling it, what could that possibly signify?
He did not dare to imagine.
Xiao Mu was relatively calm at the sight. The appearance of grave-like mounds, although surprising, did not seem totally unreasonable to him.
