Ji Mo stepped down the steps, and before the lantern outside the study was lit, he slowly walked into the darkness.

Ji Da was stunned when he saw this scene, "Sir, wait a minute, I'll light the light."

Ji Da picked up the lanterns on the ground and tried to light up the lanterns around him. But at this moment, with a slap, a light suddenly appeared in front of him.

A small flame floated beside Ji Mo, and the flame floated quietly in the air, following Ji Mo forward.

"I need any lanterns," Ji Mo walked forward without looking back, "Stop rubbing, hurry up."

Ji Da looked at the man walking in the darkness and his vision became complicated. He put down the lantern, quickly chased after him, and followed Ji Mo.

The backyard of the National Master Mansion was extremely lively tonight, but Ji Mo took him through the crowd, but no servant noticed their existence.

Ji Da knew that Ji Mo had opened the barrier and isolated the breath of them.

Walking through the lively kitchen and bypassing the back garden decorated with lights, the voices were gradually left behind. Ji Da raised his head and quietly looked at the back of the man in front of him.

Ji Mo walked forward without looking back, and bypassed the turning path, the road in front of him gradually became familiar.

The surroundings gradually became deserted, and a pine forest appeared, with a straight road in the pine forest.

Seeing the road in front of you, Ji Da's expression changed.

Although he had not set foot here for at least ten years, he knew the road ahead.

Although this place is quiet and remote, it is in a sense the road to the most important place in the National Master's Mansion.

Ji Da guessed where Ji Mo would hide that thing countless times, but he never guessed that Ji Mo would put it here.

Ji Mo slowly stepped on the road in the pine forest and walked forward.

Ji Da felt heavy in his heart and followed him step by step.

The smell of incense and candles came from the air. After walking dozens of feet away, a tall house appeared at the end of the road.

In the night, the room was dark, lying quietly in the darkness, with red candles dotted in it, like sparks and ghost fires.

Ji Mo walked to the house, and the sword fire beside him illuminated the huge plaque hanging on the eaves.

Four big characters are written on the plaque.

"Ji Clan Ancestral Hall."

Ji Da looked at these four big words and felt extremely complicated.

That's right, the place where Ji Mo brought him was the ancestral hall of the Ji family.

With a creaking sound, Ji Mo pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and strode in.

The stale smell came over, and Ji Da stood at the threshold, a little hesitant.

The Ji family has been servants of the Ji family for generations, so naturally they understand the rules of the Ji family. The Ji family is very strict. No one with a foreign surname cannot enter the Ji family's ancestral hall, and even the servants of the world are no exception.

"What's wrong?"

When Ji Da stopped, Ji Mo sneered, "I'm afraid you will break your legs if you know?"

Ji Da smiled bitterly, "My father has driven me out of the house long ago."

For the Ji family, who has been loyal to the Ji family for generations, he is undoubtedly a traitor.

"Hmph," Ji Mo snorted lightly, without commenting, but just slowly walked forward.

"Come in," he said lightly after walking a dozen steps, "There are only you and me here."

Ji Da took a deep breath, stepped into the threshold, and walked forward with Ji Mo. The two entered the main room, and the candlelight swayed in front of them, and countless tablets enshrined in the Ji family's ancestors appeared in front of Ji Da.

However, Ji Mo did not stop in front of the ancestral tablet, but just kept walking forward and bypassing the ancestral tablet. He turned into a small room, turned several turns, and stopped in front of a thick wall.

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Seeing this wall, Ji Da felt a sudden thud.

He understood that there was a mechanism here.

Sure enough, Ji Mo put his palm on one side of the wall, and used force down. With a loud bang, the wall in front of him flipped over and a dark dark room appeared in front of the two of them.

Ji Mo walked into the dark room without saying a word, and Ji Da gritted his teeth and followed.

With a loud bang, the thick walls closed behind the two.

Clusters of flames lit up on both sides of the road. Ji Da looked at the scene in front of him and slowly opened his eyes wide.

Behind the machine door are stone steps, and Ji Mo walked down the stone steps.

Although the scene in front of me was strange, there was nothing strange at the end of the stone steps. Instead, it looked just an ordinary room, with a layout similar to Ji Mo's study room.

The only difference is that there is no desk in the center of the dark room, and instead it is a long altar.

There were no incense and candles on the altar, but there were four lamps.

The lamp holder is a glass cup, and the style is very ordinary except for the material.

But what is strange is that in the crystal clear glass cup, there is no drop of lamp oil.

Four lamps, three burn, and one extinguished.

Seeing these four lamps, Ji Da's breathing stopped in an instant.

He stood on the stone steps with roots, holding his breath and staring at the four lamps on the altar.

Ji Mo was still silent. He pulled out a cushion from under the altar with ease, sat up without caring, elbows on his knees, and held his chin with one hand and stared at the lights on the altar.

Ji Da noticed that the cushion under Ji Mo was very worn, but the surface was free of dust, so it was obviously often used.

"It seems that the rumors that the National Master is often not in the mansion are not true," he slowly walked down the stone steps and stood beside Ji Mo.

Looking at the lights on the altar, Ji Da whispered.

"You are not often not in the mansion, but you are often here, right?"

"Hmph, who knows?"

Ji Mo didn't say anything more and still stared at the lights on the altar.

Ji Da's eyes also returned to the lamps on the table. Although the three burning lamps were the same in the same shape, they could see that the size of the flames was different when they looked closely.

The glass on the left is the latest in color, but the flames are the largest, burning, illuminating half of the table.

The second lamp from left to right is older than the left-most lamp, with the smallest flame and a little larger than the beans, but not weaker, and it seems to feel the more it burns.

The light on the right is much older, and the flame is bigger than the one on the left, but there is still a big difference from the one on the left.

And the one on the far right...

Ji Da clenched his fists tightly.

The one on the far right has been extinguished, and the glass cup is covered with thick dust.

However, strangely, the tabletop under the lamp on the far right is spotless, even cleaner than under the three lamps next to it. On the smooth tabletop, you can see a few clear and bright traces.

Is this...finger mark?

Ji Da's eyes suddenly became a little dazed, as if he saw a man sitting under the altar reaching out to the extinguished lamp, trying to remove dust from it, but he only stopped when he reached the table.

Day and night, year after night.

The man stretched out his hand to the lamp countless times, stroking the tabletop so smoothly.
Chapter completed!