Chapter 4: The Ancestral Hall

“Dad, what’s going on?” my father asked anxiously.

My grandfather remained silent for a moment, then his gaze shifted. With tension in his voice, he suddenly exclaimed, “Seal it, damn it!”

This startled my father even more. Just moments ago, my grandfather had insisted not to seal anything, yet now he was the first to call for it. Before my father could ask further, the village madman abruptly snatched me from my father’s arms. Holding me tightly, he pulled a strand of my newborn hair, crouched down, and set it aflame.

Sniffing the burning smell, he muttered, “This isn’t just an ordinary spirit sending a child… this is going to be troublesome…”

No sooner had he spoken than a fierce wind whipped through the already pitch-black courtyard.

“Whoosh—”

“Clatter!”

The old wooden gate was slammed against the earthen wall by the chilling wind, making a violent noise.

The madman’s expression darkened.

“This is bad! It’s already here! Old Han, you take your grandson to the ancestral hall in the village!”

“I’ll hold the fort here. Village chief, find five children under five born during the hour of the Ox and bring them to the hall!”

As he spoke, the wind intensified, carrying an eerie chill. The howling filled the air.

Urgency gripped the scene.

Without another word, my grandfather took me from the madman’s hands and hurried out.

“Wanshan, watch the house!” he called out as he dashed away.

My father, confused and frightened, rushed inside, worried about my mother.

Meanwhile, a humming sound rose around the courtyard, as if something was calling out, accompanied by piercing screams that made the hairs on one’s neck stand on end.

There were even faint crawling noises outside the walls.

My parents and grandmother cowered inside, trembling as they watched the courtyard. My grandmother sobbed, “My poor child... what is this, heavens?”

Inside the courtyard, the madman’s eyes shifted. From his pocket, he drew a copper coin sword, bit his finger, and smeared the blood onto the coin.

Instantly, the coin glowed with a yellow light.

“Old madman wants to see if there’s a hundred of them today!” he growled.

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After leaving the courtyard, my grandfather charged straight toward the ancestral hall on the village’s eastern edge.

The ancestral hall was a place to honor forebears, lined with countless ancestral tablets.

Evil spirits dared not enter such a place, offering temporary sanctuary.

My grandfather barreled through the hall’s entrance despite the screams behind him.

“We cannot let the spirit-born child enter the ancestral hall!”

Hearing this, my grandfather lunged inside.

“Thud!”

He fell to the ground but held me aloft, careful not to let me be hurt.

The ancestral tablets in the center emitted a faint glow, while candles on the altar flickered mysteriously, as if about to be extinguished.

I, who had been crying incessantly, was now held high, staring at the tablets with wide black eyes.

Then, unexpectedly, I began to laugh.

“Hehehe—”

My infant laughter echoed as the candles steadied their flames after a tremble.

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