Tao Fu followed Qin Ziwen to the settlement.
There, at the edge of the settlement, Tao Fu saw the Tyrannosaurus skeletons, which had been picked clean of all flesh.
Winged Dragons circled in the sky. A few of the bolder ones landed on a Tyrannosaurus skull, pecking at its empty eye sockets.
As Tao Fu drew closer, the Winged Dragons took fright and flew off.
Tao Fu squatted, running his large, calloused hands over the two Tyrannosaurus skeletons.
His fingertips traced the massive bones. Tao Fu then got on his tiptoes, trying to break off a piece with his bare hands. He tapped on it repeatedly, testing its hardness.
Finally, a smile spread across his face. He hurried back to find Qin Ziwen. "Sir, do you have any other use for these two skeletons?"
Qin Ziwen glanced at the skeletons resting in a nearby clearing. The bones had been picked clean of all flesh and hide. Some people were probably planning to take a few home to make bone broth.
He shook his head.
