The Furnace That Couldn't Be Picky

Before Tang Qi Number Two floated two Curios that gave off a faint glow.

A filthy iron key covered in yellow-black grease!

A colorful pocket covered in patches!

Tang Qi's gaze swept over them. After several Information Fragments surfaced, his expression changed slightly. He immediately turned to look at the passageway that was gradually closing.

A faint, inconspicuous gleam flashed through his eyes.

Tang Qi Number Two immediately stretched out both hands, clenched them into fists, and began pounding on the doorway with loud bangs.

Before long, it was as if he had triggered some kind of hidden mechanism.

The passage spat out another item. The moment Tang Qi's gaze snapped toward it, the Furnace passage seemed to feel guilty and closed before vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Tang Qi's mouth twitched at the sight. He suddenly understood why the seniors of the Dark Age had, without exception, favored the Sacrifice Method rather than this seemingly convenient "corpse-burning method."

"Who would have thought that the Master of the Furnace, a deity with such a strong personal style, would actually shortchange his followers?"

"Hmm, according to the relevant rules, He's still in the right, as long as you don't notice."

While mercilessly mocking the Master Level being, Tang Qi carefully examined the final Curio that had been spat out.

It was a small lump of metal slag, the size of a pigeon egg. Its surface was covered in dark-green rust and corroded with countless holes. Faintly visible within were red, black, and green stains, as well as "black mud" that retained only its instincts and wriggled through the holes.

It looked like a divine object that had been chewed countless times and stripped of nearly all its essence. Yet from the depths of several tiny, dark holes still seeped