Ash picked up an iron plate and effortlessly crushed it into a ball, as easily as crushing tofu or crumpling a sheet of paper.
Though they had seen it before, the sheer strength in his hand still shocked everyone once again.
"You're saying Marrow Rot can turn our hands into this and give us the power to fight evil beings?"
"That's only one of its uses. There are many ways to use it. For instance, the powder in that bottle is another special alchemical agent made from Marrow Rot."
"They can eliminate ordinary evil spirits, but they are also seeds scattered across the land—seeds that grow into Mire Graveyards." Wu Heng explained casually.
It also explained why he wanted to search for the Mire Graveyard.
"I get it. It's like reclaiming wasteland and planting crops. I used to work on a farm too. Gerard, is that why you're a farmer? Was your farm the Mire Graveyard you mentioned?"
"It used to be."
"What do you mean, used to be?"
"What else? How do you think that black bone hand on your arm came to be? That patch hadn't fully matured yet; it still needed at least several more years. But I sensed your arrival, and I sensed the awakening of the evil spirits."
"I had no choice but to refine it early."
"Since it was refined ahead of time... well, it's like picking fruit from a tree before it ripens. An unripe thing can only yield this much."
"So it's still your fault," Wu Heng said.
Ash scratched his forehead awkwardly. Then he slapped his thigh. "Wait, that's not right. Didn't you say before that this was passed down through your family?"
"What was passed down were the seeds. Now, the seed hasn't fully grown into fruit, which means the