"Do all you young people talk in such a cheesy way? I've got goosebumps all over..." Lin Huan said with a kind smile, the first gentle expression he'd shown that night.
But that smile lasted less than a second.
Lin Huan's voice took on a serious tone, "No good, something's happened in the ancestral hall."
"Tangtang's presence has disappeared." I, too, sensed something was off in the ancestral hall.
Both grandfather and granddaughter rushed into the ancestral hall, only to stop dead at the scene before us.
All the ancestral tablets on the altar had been knocked over, and someone had desecrated them with fresh blood.
Lin Qianshan and Lin Xintang were nowhere to be seen; only Lin Hang was lying on the ground, his life hanging by a thread.
"Lin Hang." I rushed to him, desperately hoping his life hadn't been ruined.
I stumbled as I crossed the threshold.
