Wu Tian walked up to the stone coffin and peered inside, where he saw a skeleton and a wooden box.
The skeleton was perfectly intact, presumably that of Guo Jia. The fact that the Corpse Turtles hadn't consumed his bones suggested that Guo Jia must have employed some special method. After all, Zhuge Liang could borrow life from the seven stars. It wasn't impossible that Guo Jia, a master of Qimen Esoteric Arts, had a few extraordinary techniques of his own.
This wooden box, then, had to be the object that both the Zhao Family and the foreigners were after. Wu Tian reached out, took the wooden box, and opened it. Inside was blood. The blood hadn't coagulated; its color was unchanged, a vibrant, deep red. It was truly peculiar.
"Is this the treasure? Hahaha, everyone who sees it gets a share," the Xieling Leader laughed as he and his followers approached, his eyes fixed on Wu Tian. "This blood is definitely no ordinary item. One drop for each of us would be a substantial gain."
