The path to the shrine was quite difficult to navigate, shrouded in darkness and riddled with uneven terrain that made it easy to twist an ankle.
What Sun Yan never expected was that the Chen Family Village shrine wasn't in the center of the village but rather on its northern outskirts.
"Why didn't anyone from your village mention there was a shrine here?" Sun Yan asked Chen Xijiu.
"We almost forgot ourselves. There used to be one, but later some kind of epidemic swept through the village like a plague, and that shrine vanished. Many villagers no longer wanted to stay, and most left to find work elsewhere," Chen Xijiu replied truthfully.
Under the guidance of the three, the dilapidated shrine gradually came into view in the distance. The wooden plaque at the shrine's entrance was rotten and beyond repair.
The plaster on the shrine's walls had also fallen off, revealing the red bricks beneath.
Weeds were overgrown around the shrine, a testament to its long-neglected state.
