After dodging pursuit for a while, you noticed that your pursuers had lost track of you, so you wandered around the slum again. Under the broken tiles and cold hovels, there were many beggars, with the odd madman speaking nonsense and mumbling incoherently. Some were lying on the side of the road, gasping for air – if they hadn't lost a leg, then it was an arm.
You approached an old man passing by who seemed somewhat learned.
The old man lamented, "The Turtle Spirit Mother, although a True God, is fond of sleeping and doesn't manage much, nor does she respond to people's worship and offerings."
In such dark times, poor families who seek to gain something always end up losing something else. Thus, various evil beings find opportunities to knock on their doors.
Having said that, the old man hurried away.
As you passed by a low house, a terrifying aura emanated from within it. Faint chanting could be heard.
