The two of them arrived at the entrance of these few houses, and by this time darkness had already fallen.
Xu Chengcai stuffed the snake he had just caught into his backpack, then took up his short spear and motioned for his son to follow behind him.
The houses in front of them were in ruins, with shattered window glass all over the ground.
The door frame was also decayed, lying on the ground.
Xu Chengcai took out a hand-cranked flashlight and turned on the light.
He walked in from the entrance.
The door lay on the ground, and with the light, he could directly see the situation inside; in the middle of the hall, there was a shrine cabinet with a statue on it.
The statue was covered with dust, and a part of its arm was broken off.
There were only a few short incense sticks left in the incense burner, evidently burned down to wooden stubs.
The hall was a mess, clearly this place had been searched by someone long ago.
