"It's that painting, it has to be."
Xiaohu looked at the ancestral hall, as if struck by some terrifying memory, his face twisted again, and his fear was so intense it was as if he'd seen Hell itself.
Lin Yanke shook her head, took out a Golden Light Talisman, and stuck it behind him. The warm, soothing aura that emanated brought Xiaohu back to his senses.
Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he said with lingering fear, "Our ancestral hall doesn't just house tablets but also portraits of ancestors who made great contributions."
"But these portraits are specially stored in a small room, and without the elders' key, no one can get in."
"As a child, we were most rebellious. The more the elders said not to do something, the more I wanted to do it. But the elders kept the keys very secure, so I couldn't steal them. But that wasn't a big problem either."
