On the train, Black Shark Triton's killer instinct surged, but the next instant, his gaze involuntarily fell on that mud figure god puppet.
Its stomach was shattered to more than half, revealing a meatball the size of a walnut.
"God's... God's bones?"
Black Shark Triton was utterly shocked; this should be Divine Remains, but why would it be inside the belly of a mud figure god puppet?
Wait a minute!
Could it be that Nine Dragons Hall knew there was this thing inside the stomach of the taboo thing all along?
The employer for this mission to the Lost Coast was none other than Nine Dragons Hall.
That head of the hall had offered a hefty sum.
Black Shark Triton stared intently at that meatball, his face covered in ecstasy.
This was God's bones, priceless, a valuable resource that all major organizations would go to any lengths to plunder!
