Senior Brother Ding and the others were helping to dismantle materials from the demon tiger's body.
In the meantime, Zhang Jing seemed to recall something. Unexpectedly, a damp storage bag appeared in his hand, which he had just scraped out of the demon tiger's mouth.
His spiritual sense easily probed into it.
A hazy image of a space appeared in Zhang Jing's perception.
In the center of this space, a vivid red millstone lay conspicuously. As his spiritual sense barely touched the millstone, an extremely heavy scent of blood rushed into Zhang Jing's mind.
Sounds of countless souls wailing seemed to echo around him.
Zhang Jing's expression changed, and he immediately moved his spiritual sense away. All the abnormalities gradually faded away.
What was that?!
He lifted his head and found that no one had noticed him, so he plunged his spiritual sense back into the storage bag.
His spiritual sense bypassed the red millstone and explored elsewhere.
