Jackson was a chatterbox. Whether something was happening or not, he always had to find something to talk about.
Now, while stripping off gold ornaments and carrying the Dancer Monsters' bodies, he had become curious about their skin.
Since they were collecting the Dancer Monsters' bodies in pairs, he had felt something strange through his hands while carrying them. So after they carried the last scattered Dancer Monster corpse to the designated pile, he did not toss it in with the others. Instead, he set it aside.
He laid the Dancer Monster's body flat on the ground and examined it carefully with his flashlight.
"What's wrong? Why did you lay the body down like that?" Chen Mo asked curiously.
"Hehe! I want to take a good look. It's really kind of strange!" Jackson muttered as he shone the flashlight over it.
"What's strange about it?" Chen Mo asked. He was actually a little curious himself. These Dancer Monsters were at least nearly a thousand-year-old monsters, so why did they feel so soft to the touch?
"Look, these monsters have such great skin! And it's elastic too. Look." Jackson pressed down hard with his finger, then lifted it. The monster's skin was actually elastic, slowly bouncing back! The small dent his finger had pressed into it smoothed out in a short time.
As for the monster's skin, it truly was pale—not just in spots, but all over its body. It was also delicate and smooth. If they had not just gone through the monster attack, no one would have seen this body as a monster. They would have thought it was a sleeping young girl.
"Monroe, why do these monsters have such good skin? And it looks like there isn't much blood in their bodies," Jackson asked. His high-intensity flashlight was