After preparing the peach wood nails, Chen Miao turned his back to the others and took the black dog blood stored in his inventory page, soaked all seven coffin nails in it, and set them aside to dry.
"Huh? You brought black dog blood too?"
When the others came over, Ji Hong spotted the small bamboo tube Chen Miao had just put away.
Grave Keepers sometimes used black dog blood, so he was quite familiar with it.
"Yes, I brought a bit of everything."
After setting down the small bamboo tube of black dog blood, Chen Miao took a small bag of glutinous rice and a Black Donkey Hoof out of his bag to show them.
So far, Ji Hong thought it was perfectly normal.
But most absurdly, Chen Miao actually pulled out a handful of Zombie Fangs.
"Where did you get so many Zombie Fangs?"
Chen Miao smiled.
"I brought them in case something happened and a Zombie scratched me. Zombie Fangs can cure corpse poison."
The corner of Ji Hong's eye twitched.
He had asked where the Zombie Fangs came from, not what they did.
More importantly, that handful consisted entirely of the longest fangs a Zombie had.
That meant those Zombie Fangs definitely had not all been taken from the same Zombie.
Could he have raised Zombies himself, then pulled out their fangs?
Ji Hong was puzzled, but it would have been awkward to keep pressing the matter.
After they exchanged a few words, the coffin nails had dried.
Holding the coffin nails, Chen Miao looked at Ji Hong and Hua Jianming.
"I'm going to seal the coffin. Is there anything else that needs doing?"
Hua Jianming looked at Ji Hong, who shook his head.
"All my work is in the grave, not the coffin. Go ahead