Wufu's eyes widened in shock as she followed the direction of the girl's finger. On an old desk, there was a spirit tablet with the inscription "The Seat of Mr. Shen's Prosperous Descendants." In front of the tablet, an incense burner held a bunch of fresh incense, indicating that someone offered incense daily.
"This..." Wufu looked at the young maid.
Had she arrived too late? Had Old Man Shen died?
The young maid's eyes were indifferent as she said, "Dead, he died last month!"
Wufu took a deep breath and asked, "How did this happen so suddenly, when was it?"
The maid glanced at her, then back at the spirit tablet, and emotionlessly replied, "He said he was going up the mountain before. Last month he came back, claiming he had finally found a good piece of jade. In front of my father's tablet, he drank a whole bottle of strong liquor. The next day he fell ill, and within half a month, he was gone."
