The ancestral hall felt eerie, and the spirit tablets on the altar seemed to be staring at Han Fei, as if the table was crowded with the dead.
Gently pushing the altar aside, Han Fei discovered a tattered family tree underneath. Most of the text had become unreadable; only a few words could barely be made out.
"Longevity Pupa, Eternal Life Well, Immortal Meat, can people turn into ghosts that consume age?"
The family tree recorded extremely frightening things. Ancestors of the Fu Family seemed not to have died. Through certain special means, they transformed into a half-human-half-ghost existence.
"From the Black Box... black blood flows?"
Han Fei rifled through the family tree, trying to glean useful information. He concentrated fully but suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness from behind.
