"Sure!"
Sun Mo took the beetle sculpture and played around with it.
Honestly speaking, he wasn't too interested in the art of spiritual control. He didn't even care much about such a valuable species of darkness like Little Silver and allowed it to roam freely.
However, the knowledge the system bestowed was extremely solid.
When the sculpture touched his hands, a bizarre feeling instantly assailed him. It was as though he was dropped into a pit filled with beetles, and they were crawling all over his body.
His skin could clearly feel the movements of the beetles. It was extremely disgusting.
"This should be an object used in some sorts of sacrificial rites, right?"
"Not bad."
Bai Shuang also felt that this was the case. "I feel like it's a holy object from the western countries."
Because of the difference in the culture between east and west, their attitude toward some items was also different.
