After hearing this, Jiang Chen understood. These were probably similar to the incense Uncle Wei had burned for Xiaohai back then, all products of the Restricted Zone.
"What exactly do these things do?"
He kicked Tie Zhu, who was gulping down water and eating fish with his head lowered, as he asked.
Tie Zhu still did not look up, making slurping and gulping noises.
"Dad, you mean these Restricted Zone Sacrificial Offerings?"
"They have all kinds of uses. Once the powerhouses of our era reached King-Level and had nothing left to pursue, all they did was collect these things like their lives depended on it."
"They're all-purpose. Healing wounds, warding off disasters, increasing strength, extending life..."
"If you can imagine it, they can do it!"
"Hehe, but there's one thing even Sacrificial Offerings can't accomplish: the delicious flavor of our Nine Luminaries Black-Scaled Python clan!"
At this point, he even stopped drinking and raised his head proudly. "Dad, let me tell you, once you've tasted our clan's meat, you wouldn't trade that experience for a Sacrificial Offering. My second uncle on my mother's side was once sold for the price of a complete Sacrificial Offering!"
Jiang Chen: "..."
"Dad, you absolutely have to try it sometime. Just give me two more days. I'll do my best to eat more fish and shrimp and put on some fat. Winter's almost here anyway. We can cut off a few dozen jin of meat and have hot pot together!"
"Shut up!"
Jiang Chen could not help swearing at him.
He finally understood how those Ghost Creatures he had dealt with before had felt.
When someone beside you started getting excited about something deeply abnormal, you would instinctively feel afraid.
Although he was not afraid, it still gave him quite a headache.
He felt