After Qin Huai finished his meal at Old man Wang's house, on the way back, he asked Chi Jia, "Did you find anything useful?"
"There is indeed something."
After the two of them returned, Chi Jia closed the door. When they entered the courtyard, he took out the things he had hidden in his pocket.
It was a circular object of unknown material. It was black on the outside and there was an indistinct totem in the middle.
Perhaps it was because it had been soaked in the river for too long, so they could not see what was originally on it clearly.
However, Qin Huai knew.
"Looks like our trip was worth it." Qin Huai thought to himself.
Chi Jia lowered his head. "Can I continue investigating?"
Qin Huai raised his hand and casually threw the thing on the table, looking like he did not care.
"There's no need. I'm a dead person anyway. Why should I care so much?" A cold smile appeared on Qin Huai's face. It did not match his age.
