The air, thick with dust, was choked with the sickeningly rich stench of blood.
Jiang Che frowned, looking at the mangled pile of flesh on the ground that no longer resembled a human.
Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he held his breath and began to carefully sift through the viscous, gory sludge.
First, he pulled out a few shredded scraps of gold notes, smashed to a pulp by immense force.
Then, he felt several broken shards of a porcelain bottle. Any remaining medicinal powder or liquid had long since mixed with the filthy blood.
Next, his fingertips touched something cold and hard.
It was half of a Token engraved with strange patterns, also shattered into several pieces.
Jiang Che felt a little frustrated.
'My transformation went out of control and destroyed everything! I didn't get a single useful thing!'
Just as he was about to stand, he noticed something reflecting light.
'What's this...'
