Harvest from Feeling Out Corpses and Examining Bones, a Chance Encounter on the Night Road Home

Fang Shu carried a skeleton as he wound through the mountain forest. After quite a bit of effort, he finally found another cave and slipped inside with the bones.

This skeleton belonged to none other than that First Tribulation immortal.

As immortals who had entered the Dao, Fang Shu and the others were treasures from head to toe.

Back at the Paper Workshop, wary of Black Tiger Hall, he had not dared take Cheng the Jar's bones. He had only taken the man's precious blood to nourish the Long-Tongue Sword. But now that he was out in the wilderness, what no one saw simply did not exist. There were no longer so many rules and restrictions.

As long as he handled things properly and did not bring the relevant items back into town, then even if Black Tiger Hall possessed methods more formidable than the Tagalong Insect, they would have no way of knowing that Fang Shu was the one who had struck in the dark.

Hidden inside the cave, Fang Shu gripped the skeleton and first tapped along its bones.

Yet a trace of disappointment appeared on his face.

Though the skeleton's hardness was still extraordinary, it was clearly inferior to Cheng the Jar's.

"It seems Cheng the Jar's bones were so hard because of the Purple Lead Mica Milk."

After thinking it over carefully, Fang Shu still fixed his gaze on the bones, his eyes glinting faintly.

A First Tribulation immortal sent out to do this kind of dirty work clearly held a lower position than the "Rat Lord" those people had mentioned. Perhaps he had even broken through his tribulation with medicine and could not possibly have enjoyed a great deal of precious medicine.

Even so, his bones were still remarkable. This was enough to prove that