Uncle Silent typed on his phone: "There's food, drink, and internet—who needs a car?"

　　Henry Clark: "...Makes sense."

　　After thinking for a moment, Henry Clark decided to be direct.

　　"Uncle Silent, you know why I'm here, right?"

　　"Of course~ I've been waiting a long time!"

　　"What do you mean by that?" Henry Clark pressed.

　　But Uncle Silent didn't intend to elaborate, instead turning on music from his phone's speaker.

　　"Who's singing, warming the loneliness..."

　　He walked ahead, hopping to the beat.

　　Henry Clark: "..."

　　Confirmed, he's a lively and energetic old man.

　　Before long, Henry Clark saw the "Feng family ancestral home" the old butler had mentioned.

　　This was Henry Clark's first time seeing the legendary ancestral home. It looked a bit like the old buildings in historical dramas.

　　The grounds weren't very large, but every brick and tile exuded an ancient charm, though nothing was dilapidated—clearly, someone maintained it with care. This Uncle Silent was indeed diligent and responsible.

　　Uncle Silent entered the house, set down his bamboo basket, and gestured for Henry Clark to follow him inside.

　　As they walked in, he quickly tapped out a long message on his phone, converting it to speech.

　　A narration with a hint of opera tone echoed in the quiet ancestral house.

　　"See that plaque with the character 'Feng'? That room over there is where the Feng family worships and honors their ancestors. Some of the Feng ancestors' memorial tablets are kept there."

　　Henry Clark pushed open the door and entered the room, glancing around, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

　　It was clean inside, and the space was fairly large.

　　He also saw some memorial tablets inscribed with the names of Feng ancestors. Overall, it did feel ceremonial. But Henry Clark had never heard his elders mention these names, nor had he heard of them from anyone else. Going back three generations, few people remembered them.

　　He carefully examined the room again.

　　How to put it—there was nothing particularly surprising, and from the arrangement, it was clear that no outsiders had visited in a long time. The so-called ancestral home, the so-called place for ancestor worship—in this day and age, hardly anyone cares about these things anymore, but...

　　A hundred-million-yuan mission!

　　This is it?!!

　　It's not that he disrespected the deceased, it's just that in recent decades, people have gradually simplified the rituals. For people like Henry Clark's generation, if not for this mission, he wouldn't even have a concept of an ancestral hall. He'd only seen them in TV dramas, never associating them with himself, and rarely paid attention to anyone beyond three generations during Qingming Festival.

　　It's hard to imagine that a hundred-million-yuan mission would be in this place?

　　But since he was already here, Henry Clark didn't immediately look for the genealogy book. He looked around—there were no kneeling mats like in TV dramas, nor incense or paper offerings—so he simply stood before the memorial tablets and bowed.

　　Afterward, Henry Clark was about to look for the genealogy book and ask Uncle Silent for clues, when he saw Uncle Silent beckoning, and a voice message played from his smartphone:

　　"Alright~ Just a token gesture is enough, come over here!"

　　Henry Clark: ???

　　Wait, what does "just a token gesture is enough" mean?

　　Seeing Uncle Silent had already left, Henry Clark hurried to catch up.

　　Uncle Silent led Henry Clark to another room, where there was a wall of blue bricks, no different from the others.

　　Uncle Silent opened a hidden compartment in the wall, revealing a fingerprint lock inside.

　　Henry Clark: !!!

　　Uncle Silent pressed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner, then stepped back, signaling for Henry Clark to do the same.

　　Henry Clark, bewildered, stepped forward and, imitating Uncle Silent's gesture, pressed his right thumb on the scanner.

　　With a beep, what looked like a solid wall slid open to reveal a door in the middle.

　　This time, Uncle Silent didn't go in. He gestured for Henry Clark to enter alone.

　　Henry Clark gave himself a mental pep talk, feeling like he was about to learn something incredible.

　　He looked inside—nothing seemed particularly special, but the secrecy made him even more nervous.

　　But since he'd come this far, Henry Clark wasn't about to back out.

　　Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.

　　The moment he entered, the door in the wall slid shut again.

　　Henry Clark grew even more tense.

　　As the door closed, the seemingly cramped room lit up with many lights. He couldn't tell what material they were made of—not dazzling, but bright enough.

　　Thanks to the lights, Henry Clark could finally see the room clearly. It wasn't as cramped as he'd thought.

　　But there were no ancestral tablets here, nor anything related to worship. On the surrounding walls were some paintings—some looked like snakes, others were bizarre shapes. Whatever the subject, all the artwork was in a very ancient style.

　　After scanning the room, Henry Clark walked along the walls, still finding no sign of the genealogy book.

　　The genealogy book...

　　Where was it?

　　Muttering to himself, his gaze fell on a circular area in the center of the room.

　　Looking closer, it wasn't just an ordinary circle, but a snake biting its own tail, forming a ring.

　　And when Henry Clark stepped into the circle, the coin pendant around his neck floated up on its own.

　　The side of the coin with the snake design glowed blue, and at the same time, a high-frequency sound emanated from it.