Swish...
On the road, the taxi sped past.
Inside the car, Bai Mo held White Toe, stroked its full, round belly, and wiped its mouth.
"Food of this world has no medicinal power, eating it is just eating."
The car drove past an intersection, with dimly lit and dark alleys on either side.
Bai Mo's Divine Sense spread out, like tentacles, reaching into the alley...
In the shadows, the garbage bins overflowed, filled with various packaging bags, paper boxes, and sour-smelling vegetable leaves, banana peels, watermelon rinds, all surrounded by buzzing flies.
But today, the most attractive to the flies was half a palm-sized piece of human skin!
This piece of skin was half burned, showing the charred outline from the fire.
The remaining half was outlined with strange and eerie runes in black and crimson.
It was that very talisman! Folded into a glove, used to twist off Quan Boya's finger!
In the car, Bai Mo retracted his Divine Sense.
"Hmm, abandoned already?
