[…His flesh was all gouged out, but his bones still moved…]
[…His vocal cords were gone, yet he used his finger bones to gesture threateningly at us…]
[…His bones could ooze black oil…]
[…We tied him up with iron chains, placed him in a bronze coffin, and sank it into the great river…]
[…When the Marquis returns, perhaps he will want to study him…]
Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Could this be referring to the ancient skeleton that was dug up earlier, the one exuding black oil?
Was that skeleton immortal at the time?
He could be certain that, at least today, the skeleton had lost its vitality and spirituality. Presumably washed away by the passage of thousands of years, it had faded into oblivion.
As for the Immortal Artifact recorded in this journal, belonging to Marquis Qing Yue, what could that be?
Bai Mo furrowed his brow, smacked his lips, very intrigued!
"It should be something good, right?
"Perhaps it hasn't been eroded or damaged by time?"
