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The broken eaves and walls in front of him were crooked in half, while the green brick and black tiles were scattered all over the place. Other than the roof that was supported by the main beam and it could be seen that there was a building here, there was no other indication that anyone had lived here before.

What really surprised me was that there was a signboard mixed within the scattered bricks. Even though it had been eroded by the wind and rain, it was still possible to tell that there was a word 'Ming' written on it.

In our hometown, there is only one place where the word "memorial" appears, and that is where people die.

How was this a run-down temple? This was simply a place for worshipping the dead.

However, even the place of worship for the dead did not need to be so grand. Even though half of the temple had collapsed, one could tell with the naked eye that it took up quite a bit of space. At the very least, it had to be at least two hundred square meters.

At this moment, Jun'er seemed very timid. She stood outside the temple, not daring to step foot outside. She kept telling me to be careful.

I casually exchanged a few words, picked up a few cracks and walked in. Weeds were growing between the bricks, so I couldn't tell what was going on. I turned around and asked Jun'er, "Where did you pay my respects to?"

However, Ning'er turned around and answered, "I didn't come in. Qiangzi kowtowed to me alone. I don't even know where he kowtowed to."

When Jun Zi said this, my face darkened. I thought to myself, "You keep telling your boyfriend to go to this dead end, while watching from the side, it's really interesting."

On second thought, it was fortunate that this was the case. Otherwise, something might have happened to him!

But this way, I had no way to find it.

I wandered around aimlessly, thinking that I might be able to find something, but unfortunately, I didn't see anything after a round.

Just when I was about to return in low spirits, my eyes peeked out and saw a hint of white in the desolate grass.

So I bent down and examined the white.

It turned out that this piece of white had been beaten by the wind and rain. Although it was rotten to the core, one could still make out some words on it. However, these words were so faint that there was only a trace of them left.

Fortunately, there was still a portion of the skin that was pressed under the brick. I couldn't help but have a thought as I carefully removed the brick and took out the part that was pressed down.

Putting everything else aside, the pressed portion was still considered intact, about the size of a palm, and there were a few lines of words written on it. I gently picked up the mud on top of the piece of paper and looked carefully, only to see it had the words "199 Zheng Xiao Song" written on it.

I couldn't help but be surprised. It seemed that the item written on the piece of leather was something similar to a register. However, what I wasn't sure was whether or not this item was really something that was written in the temple.

After a casual glance, I took out a tissue and wrapped it around the hide before stuffing it into my pocket.

After doing all this, I carefully checked again and found that there was nothing else that could be used as a reference. I could only sigh and return to the city with Jun'er.

Jun Zi was disappointed that I hadn't found anything, but since I was also asking for help, she couldn't blame me or blame me. As soon as we arrived in the city, we split up and went back to our own residences.

I checked the general location of the Google Maps and finally found the name of the place where the temple was located. It was called "The Sobbing Plains."

When I saw the name, a thought struck me and I thought that the name was really strange. I searched for a bit and finally found the name.

It turned out that, before liberation, this land was called "Zhengjiatai", and it was the place where the big families of the time lived.

According to the website, the master of the Zheng family was a High Scholar from the late Qing Dynasty. He had a large family and had a few concubines.

After the invasion, the Zheng Family took out a portion of their living quarters as temporary camp for the enemy in order to protect the peace of the family.

Unfortunately, at that time, the enemy had set his eyes on the concubines of the Zheng Family's Patriarch. In order to survive, the Zheng Family's Patriarch had no choice but to accept the demands of the enemy and offer his concubine up.

However, they didn't expect that the foreign enemies at that time were originally a lustful and lecherous race. Not to mention that they were ungrateful and ungrateful, even the soldiers who stayed outside the army all year round were jealous. They rushed into the Zheng Family's inner court like a swarm of bees once they set an example.

Over the course of a day, every single one of the Zheng Family's daughters, ranging from eighty to a few years old, were brutally humiliated. The Zheng Family's Patriarch was infuriated, and although he pretended to flatter them, he secretly wanted to kill them.

Unfortunately, although these foreign enemies were vicious, they weren't stupid. Once they tested the waters, they immediately discovered the problem and, in a fit of rage, slaughtered the Zheng Family.

The poor Zheng family had become traitors of the country, yet they had been killed and their women humiliated.

Due to the Zheng Family's residence being used as a home, the enemies that had been massacring and looting the house did not destroy the property of the Zheng Family. Instead, they camped in the Zheng Family Mansion.

However, for some unknown reason, all of the enemies that lived in the Zheng Family mansion had been wiped out overnight. There wasn't even a corpse to be found.

After the liberation, the group of patriotic warriors found out about it and burned down the Zheng Family compound in a fit of rage, even pushing away the Zheng Family's ancestral hall.

However, if he didn't push it, it would have been fine. However, there was a problem with one push.

Without the Zheng Family Ancestral Hall, the Zheng Family gave birth to the ghostly wails and howls, as if thousands of ghosts were crying. This was also the reason why the name, "Ten Thousand Wailing Provenance", was given to them.

After reading this page in one go, I couldn't help but fall silent. Although I never believed that good people would get paid for their actions, but I have to say, bad people will definitely not end up well.

After understanding the cause and effect, I vaguely feel that Zhang Qiang's matter isn't that simple anymore.

I took out the piece of leather that I had previously kept in my pocket. On it was the name Zheng Xiaosong, and it seemed that at least the legendary Zheng Family Terrace really did exist. Moreover, it was obvious that this piece of kraft paper really did belong to that broken temple.

There was one more thing. The temple was not a temple at all. It was the Zheng Family's ancestral hall.

I stretched. For the past few days, due to my father's death, I hadn't had much of an appetite, so I didn't have much to eat. After a while, I really felt a little hungry, so I went out to find something to eat and then went back to my room.

I don't know how long I slept, but I only felt colder and colder. The blanket that was covering me was like a layer of paper that couldn't keep me warm at all.

Although the house I rented was in the basement and it was humid, it wasn't too cold due to being on the coast. Why is it so strange today?

I had no choice but to get up and prepare to pack something thicker.

However, as soon as I got up, my scalp went numb, and I saw a figure standing at my computer table.

I rubbed my eyes and looked again. I smiled to myself, wondering if I was a little mentally weak. There was no one around the computer table. It was just a jacket that I had casually draped over there.

So I turned on the flashlight on my cell phone, got out of bed, fumbled for my slippers, and blurrily stepped on them. As soon as my feet touched the slippers, I screamed and retracted my feet.

It was smooth and ice-cold to the touch, with a hint of softness and a slight phrenic feeling. Clearly, he had stepped on someone's hand.

I curled up on the bed, not daring to breathe, and asked, "Who is it?"

After a long while, there was no reply. I couldn't help but to have some doubts. I looked under the bed and saw nothing but darkness.

In just a few minutes, I felt my back getting wet and cold.

In the end, I had no choice but to grit my teeth, pull out my belt, and use the light from my flashlight to get out of bed.