"Fine. It was only some trifling matter, so I'll speak plainly. At first, I only wanted to give you this opportunity out of guilt. Now I've realized that thing is truly useless to me as well."
Bai Xiang admitted honestly.
"That thing may be related to your original world."
As he spoke, he lifted his chin, signaling the old man to bring it out.
The latter walked into the room and carried out an enormous chest. It looked to weigh over a hundred pounds, yet in the frail old man's hands, it seemed as light as nothing.
The old man directly tossed the chest onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Only then did Ye Tian see its true appearance. It was made from gray wood, with gold and silver trim set along its sides. It looked ancient and weathered, as though it had endured countless years.
"Open it. We can't make sense of this thing, but this kid might."
Bai Xiang said.
The old man obediently opened the chest. The instant it was opened, a foul stench assaulted the senses. Ye Tian saw that there was only a corpse inside, and it had decayed beyond recognition. The thick stench came from it.
Yet clearly, no one's attention was on the corpse itself, because the clothes it wore were the truly strange part.
These clothes might have been unfamiliar to others, but they were exceptionally familiar to Ye Tian.
Although most things in the ghost realm were no different from the human world, the sky had neither day nor night, so there were ultimately still differences.
Some subtle differences could be seen in clothing. For instance, this person wore a fur coat with the left lapel pressed over the right.
Such a tiny distinction might have passed in