The stiff smile on Bacca's face quickly caught Scheer's attention." What's wrong?”Hill asked tentatively, a hint of worry flashing across his rough face.
" Ah, no..." Bacca realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly lowered his head and put on his shoes, pretending that nothing had happened. The sound did not last long. It only appeared a few times before disappearing. Bacca didn't pay much attention to it. He had heard too many strange sounds and strange things that had happened on a daily basis. He had to ignore what he should ignore. "Let's go!" Bacca laughed at Scheer and pointed at the praying hall in the back of the mountain.
Seeing Bakar's abnormal reaction, Hill's expression changed slightly, but he still nodded and said to him,""Yes." The two of them left the room one after the other. Neither of them noticed a small black shadow flashing past behind them.
Although it was called Prayer Hall, it was actually just a simple wooden house. Bacca didn't really understand the so-called strict prayers, but he knew how important these seemingly boring and complicated rituals were to his father. He could tell from the way he made him repeat those actions for months. "So annoying…I don't want to think about those things.”Bacca mumbled in a low voice. It was obvious that he didn't want Hill to hear him, but Hill's sensitive hearing allowed him to catch Bacca's complaint. However, he didn't say anything and just looked at Bacca solemnly.
The two of them stopped in front of the prayer hall. Hill extended his hand and motioned for Bacca to hurry in. Bacca looked at the wooden house in front of him and then looked at Hill, who was urging him. He nodded and tried to recall the prayer and what he needed to do to enter the house. Bacca took a deep breath and knocked on the door gently. There was no response from inside the house, but the two of them still stood in front of the house without moving. After a while, Balsris 'slightly hoarse voice came from inside the house unhurriedly."Come in."
Bacca tried his best to calm his anxiety and gently pushed open the rough but obviously renovated wooden door. After entering the house, Bacca slowly took off his shoes and placed them beside the shoes that belonged to his father and brother, Barlow, by the door. He walked in with only his newly changed socks. A fragrance of nanmu that was hard to ignore assaulted his senses. Bacca took a deep breath. He did not hate this smell. It was very comfortable, and the chaotic chanting in his mind began to become clearer. However, his father usually did not use this kind of fragrance casually. He would only take it out during the Lantern Festival and the Day of Blessing. Moreover, it was only in the prayer hall. It was said that as long as he lit a small piece, the fragrance would last for a long time.
The room was very clean. There was a wall filled with wooden boxes of different sizes and shapes. There were many types of wooden boxes on the wall. Some were very long but not very wide, and some were just small oval-shaped wooden jars. There was also a small wooden table with ancestral offerings, a silver wine pot, three porcelain cups of different sizes, and three bowls with food. Below the wooden table was a small brazier one step away from the door. A tiny flame wrapped around a purple palm-sized object, emitting a fragrant fragrance. One-eighth of it had already been burned. Other than that, there was no extra furniture or decorations. It was simple. Barka's father, Baruch, was kneeling on a square gray carpet with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together. He was chanting something in a low voice. Barka's brother, Barno, was also kneeling on his father's left.
Bacca hesitated for a moment. He looked at the other empty blanket on his father's right and walked over quietly. He slowly lowered his body and knelt on it. He imitated his father and brother, and put his hands together. He chanted in a low voice, which became clear because of the fragrance of the nanmu. The process was going smoothly, but suddenly, the voice rang out again."Time…" Bacca was stunned. The voice seemed to be right in front of him!
Bakar opened his eyes slightly, trying not to attract the attention of his father and brother. However, there was only the wall with the wooden box, the small wooden table with the ancestral offerings, and the burning brazier. There was nothing strange. Bakar was puzzled and anxious. What was that? What did it want to do? However, in order to not attract attention, he insisted on finishing the prayer word by word. After the prayer ceremony, it was time to worship the ancestors.
After successfully completing the prayers and other small rituals, the three of them knelt down and left the wooden house one by one. Before leaving, Balsris even took special care of the brazier to ensure that the flames would not fly out of the brazier and cause an accident before leaving the wooden house. Before leaving, Bakar looked at the wall with various wooden boxes in confusion. He did not hear the voice again, but he felt that it was in the room, but he had no evidence. He didn't even know what it was…but he didn't think too much about it. At least, he didn't have to think about it before it rang again, because what was next was his favorite, the rice!
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