The sound of the vermilion doors groaning open echoed through the square ancestral hall. A wave of decay mixed with the thick stench of blood washed over them. Sheng Bai instinctively covered his mouth and nose and stumbled backward, turning to brace himself against the wall as he started to vomit.
The camera panned across the scene. All the ancestral tablets, which should have been standing tall, had been toppled. They were splattered with various dried bloodstains, creating an even more macabre sight.
[Nope, I'm out. I can't take this anymore. It's too damn creepy.]
[It's broad daylight, but I feel a chill running down my spine.]
[What kind of deep-seated hatred is this? Not only did they wreck the ancestral hall, they even splashed it with dog blood!]
[How do you know it's dog blood?]
[They say doing this brings misfortune to the descendants and destroys the merit the ancestral hall has accumulated...]
