Soul and Faces, a Mark in the Little Notebook

Squatting in the desolate wilderness, Qin Yang still felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Though the scene before him was what fragments of the Ancient Underworld were supposed to look like in everyone's imagination.

He took out several primordial spirits from the ones he had traded for earlier. These were the first ones he had acquired, and after being released, they stood there blankly and stupidly without moving.

Over the following month or so, the primordial spirits the Umbrella-Holding Black-Robed Man collected had all been given to him in the final transaction. From the look of him, he seemed to want Qin Yang to stay for a few more decades, so he would not remain in debt forever.

Qin Yang even felt that, if not for the rules, he would surely have plucked Bai Lin bald in one go.

And Bai Lin had been dead at the time, completely unaware of any of this.

Then Qin Yang took out the Black Oil he had obtained from the Umbrella-Holding Black-Robed Man.

He activated his skill. What appeared was not the Corpse Touching effect, but Pick Up and Refine, completed in one smooth motion.

Only after refining it and sensing it carefully did he perceive the countless faces clustered within the Black Oil. At the moment, all of those faces had their eyes closed, as though sleeping.

It seemed that this mass of Black Oil, like Black Shadow's left hand, had been judged to be a conglomerate condensed from some kind of power. It was itself a treasure.

Even if it contained the consciousness of other living beings, at most they would be like the primordial spirits of magical treasures.

There had been several reasons why he had traded for this thing from the Umbrella-Holding Black-Robed Man.

First, it was obvious that this