Having admired himself for just half a second, Fu Qian started examining the object he got from the Skeleton's hand.
His time was running out; under the scorching light of the oil lamp, he could lose his ability to act at any moment, entering a state of awaiting death.
It was a blackened, round iron piece, roughly the size of a watch dial, and it appeared to have a sense of antiquity.
The iron piece was very thin, making it unlikely that it contained anything within.
Fu Qian toyed with the iron piece in his hand, then suddenly remembered something.
Turning back, he propped up the Skeleton's head again, but this time, Fu Qian directly opened its jaw and reached inside.
When the Skeleton had screamed earlier, it seemed like there was something inside.
After fumbling around for a bit, Fu Qian pinched something out with two fingers.
It was a hefty, spherical object.
It seemed to be something the Skeleton had held in its mouth before death.
