A yin-evil object.
That was it? Zhao Huai picked up the hard white bone and examined it over and over.
The more he looked, the stranger it seemed.
This stark white material did not seem to be Tortoise Bone or anything of the sort.
Suddenly, Zhao Huai's heart skipped a beat as a startling thought surfaced.
Could this be a human bone?
Once that thought arose, he could not help scrutinizing it closely. It had been fine when he did not look too hard, but the more he looked, the more wrong it felt.
This smooth texture, this inward-curving shape—wasn't this a human skullcap, the very top part of a person's head? In other words, that stupid bird had brought back a piece of someone's skull?
Zhao Huai curled his lip, instantly feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Throw it away. Holding onto something like this is bad luck."
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Huai decided to toss the skullcap away.
He went out onto the street, found a random tree, used a branch to dig a hole beneath it, tossed in the bone, and covered it with dirt.
"That should settle it, right?"
Zhao Huai said with satisfaction.
When he looked up, he found that night had already fallen. The curtain of darkness had descended, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.
Returning to the pawnshop, Zhao Huai went before the myna, stretched out a finger, and pointed at it.
"Don't bring back any more strange junk in the future, got it?
"If you're bringing something back, bring this kind of thing. Understand?"
He took out a spirit stone and pointed outside the window. His meaning was plain enough.
Little Bean the myna rolled its eyes but said nothing.
"Sigh, I can't count on you."
Zhao Huai shook his head,