[If the ancestor really exists, then he wouldn't just watch us die one by one... I've worshipped you for so many years, so why are you indifferent to my plight? I beg you, ancestor, please manifest!]
[Yang Zhuhuo of the Yang Family has developed a sliver of faith in your existence, and you have gained the vision of Yang Zhuhuo, Incense +10.]
A voice came from afar, and a selectable window appeared in Yang Genshuo's vision.
A young man from the fifth generation of the Yang Family, Yang Zhuhuo.
Yang Genshuo had little impression of him... He only discovered this member of the Yang Family during the ancestor worship ceremony two days ago.
He never truly believed in the existence of the ancestor.
At this moment, Yang Zhuhuo was holding two blades, while 20 government officials slowly approached him with clubs.
Beside him lay scattered corpses, and a group of black-furred cannibal rats were feasting greedily on them.
Apparently, those were his teammates.
