Monks in formation

The closer I get to the Zhao family ancestral hall, the stronger the familiar smell of salted fish fills my nose.

Ye Lan sniffed.

She could smell it ever since she could walk.

It's a taste that almost penetrates into the bones.

Looking around, the door of the ancestral hall has been locked from the inside out.

Well, there are at least two people in the room.

The inside should be combined with the outside.

Ye Lan visually measured the height of the Zhao family ancestral hall, which is about 6 to 7 meters high. The decoration is in the style of Jiangnan water towns. The eaves are raised up into the air. Under the eaves are two stone piers depicting Guan Gong.

Ye Lan suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

I have been doing this since I was a child.

I don’t care about one more tile-roofed house.

The Jiuzhou police officers who were hiding in the dark and following Ye Lan watched helplessly as he climbed up to the roof of the Zhao family ancestral hall without any effort, stepping on the Guan Gong stone pier.

"..." The police officers consciously exchanged glances with each other.

"Where's the dog?" A man in black clothes said to the man in black, "Why didn't you bring it?"

Judging from his actions, the man in black was very resistant to answering this question.

"The ceremony starts in an hour. If you didn't bring the things as I asked, how can I make elixirs with your boss?"

"There's still time, bring it over later."

"Why haven't you seen Lin Kai?" The man in monk's robes asked again, "Isn't he usually around you doing things? Why haven't you seen him today?"

The man in black did not answer, but said, "I will give you two extra plates of blood tonight. You wait for me for half an hour. It will be fresh and hot. It will definitely be hotter than those anemic women before."

"Really?" The man in disgusting clothes suddenly smiled evilly.

Ye Lan skillfully stacked the tiles together and looked at the man who smiled with yellow teeth in disgust.

The fist is a bit hard.

This is much more disgusting than the sanctimonious fake Tang Monk.

A wolf in sheep's clothing, what the hell is he doing?

"Keep your word." The man in black said solemnly, "By the way, did the woman imprisoned two days ago ask if there was any rumors, and has she handed over the property rights of the land now?"

"You have a very tough mouth." The man in disgusting clothes curled his lips and snorted coldly when he said this, "You are still smarter when you are old. If it weren't for looking at this old woman, I would have wanted to skin her. I would be covered in blood just by looking at her. uncomfortable."

"It's far worse than the last two sluts. Her skin is loose and ugly, and her face is wrinkled enough to trap mosquitoes. It looks like the blood is not clean. Based on my ten years of experience in the world, she should be It took me a lot of effort to get to where I am now, what a wily old glutton."

"However, you can also chew on this kind of woman. As an ally, I also admire her."

"Okay." The man in black interrupted him unhappily and said directly, "You start to set up the formation, I will keep watch for you."

Ye Lan looked at the man in monk's clothes who was starting to set up the formation, and his face became serious.

Usually when the Zhao family offers incense, they will place a nearly two-meter round table in the center of the ancestral hall.

In front is the tablet of the ancestors of past generations, on the right is the incense burner, and on the left is the fixed position for burning paper money.

The man murmured something weird and clasped his hands together for two minutes. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and started to light a fire and burn incense.

Why does she feel that this method of hating people is so ancient?

After lighting the incense, insert the incense into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he lifted up the floor-length tablecloth under the table.

He took out two plates of evenly cut meat and a large pot of viscous plasma from the bottom of the table, placing them one by one in the center from left to right.