There was another line on the stone stele: "Only you can see these words."
Seeing this, Wang Dafan suddenly felt incredibly excited.
"So that's how it is."
"This means I need to keep reincarnating."
He had read similar novels before.
It immediately felt familiar.
All he had to do was follow the steps properly.
If he was playing the family-lineage route, then being a dog came first.
That wasn't a typo.
He really had to be a dog.
Only families skilled at being dogs could last for a thousand years.
Having backbone sounded admirable and earned respect, but those people were always the first to be worn down.
The most typical example was a certain great Confucian scholar who was supposedly executed along with ten generations of his clan.
Of course, history proved that not that many were killed. It was only around three generations, and descendants still survived.
And not all of them were killed.
But even wiping out three generations was horrifying.
So many innocent people were killed together.
So Wang Dafan knew very well that he had to instruct his descendants: be a dog when it was time to be a dog. There was nothing shameful about kneeling to eat.
If they expected to stand tall like Long Aotian, showing off and slapping faces, they would need an absurdly overpowered cheat.
Surviving was enough. Above all, they absolutely could not let the family be exterminated.
That was why he would definitely instruct his descendants to learn how to be good dogs.
He also had to split the family apart.
Spread them out as much as possible. They could not all live in one place, lest a single large-scale massacre wipe them all out.
That was a very common occurrence.
Wang Dafan thought to himself that it had