This was a faded golden talisman. Tang Zheng reached out to grab it, only to see that it was marked with some ancient stylized characters that emitted a sense of simple yet profound antiquity.
With the death of the bone spirit, all the skeleton soldiers turned into ash, blown away by the night wind, leaving behind only two bronze seeds, perfectly split among them.
Seeing the situation under control, others came running out of the inn.
"What's written on it?" Pang Meiqin picked up the golden seed that the Bone Spirit had burst out and handed it to Tang Zheng.
"You did well this time, keep it up." Tang Zheng did not take it, he didn't care about that seed. "You can have it."
"Damn, Fanfan didn't even get a chance to make a move. Was that monster the Bone Spirit? It can even transform into us." Lu Fan ran out in a hurry and threw himself into Tang Zheng's arms, acting coquettishly in complaint, "I want to subdue demons too."
