"Mr. Xiao, may I ask... whose skin is this? Why... why is it in my house?" Chen Ze looked at the human skin in Xiao Mu's hand, his face filled with worry.
"It's hard to say, I need to investigate a bit to find out, perhaps it's..."
Xiao Mu's words trailed off, and he suddenly stopped speaking.
He suspected that this piece of human skin might have come from a Land God, but there was no need to tell Chen Ze about these circumstances.
Chen Ze was still a Fourth Stage Mutated Being of the Mortal Realm, and it was not beneficial for Mutated Beings of this level to know about Divine Spirits prematurely.
"Can I have that black wood plaque you're holding?"
Xiao Mu looked at the black wood plaque in Chen Ze's hand.
"Mr. Xiao, please just take it," Chen Ze promptly stuffed the black wood plaque into Xiao Mu's hands, seemingly fearful that keeping the black wood plaque any longer would bring misfortune.
"Thank you!"
