Thinking of the helpless fury that giant rat might unleash, Yang Yong's lips twitched. He quickly lowered his head, struggling to hold back the laughter almost spilling from his throat.
No, I have to keep a straight face.
He took a deep breath, suppressed that surge of gleeful satisfaction, and continued sorting through everything in his head.
These mutated creatures were probably all beings that had possessed the resources to cultivate before the apocalypse.
For instance, the Old Immortals behind this Shamanism practitioner had presumably cultivated their way up from various animal spirits.
Old Cao had said their partner in this operation had a blood feud with those giant rats...
The grudge between the giant snake in the cave and that giant rat.
Just imagining that scene was enough to guess most of the story behind that feud.
Following this thread, the causes and consequences slowly became clear.
Yang Yong had a fair idea now.
Wei Yu, who belonged to the Shamanism Sequence, would most likely agree to cooperate fully.
There was no other reason needed. With a grudge like that, no one would let it go easily.
While he was mulling things over, the vehicles stopped.
Cao Xianming's vehicle led the convoy. He stepped on the brake, and the vehicles behind him came to a stop one after another.
The doors opened, and everyone jumped out, their boots making faint crunching sounds against the gravel.
Someone was already standing at the cave entrance.
He was a man in black in his twenties, not particularly tall, but simply standing there, he exuded a steadiness entirely at odds with his age.
It was not a pretense of maturity. He was someone who had truly been through things, with something weighing in his eyes.
Yang Yong could tell at a glance.
"Mr.