The flames died out.
Su Jie alighted on the ground aboard the thousand-hand centipede, and on the scalding surface, there was actually a strand of black hair twisting about.
"Hmm, a relic."
His eyes lit up immediately as Su Jie recognized the origin of this strand of black hair.
Like the White Bone Tree, it was a treasure that had burst forth from a coincidental opportunity after death.
The black hair twisted on the ground, resembling a tangled mess of lines, as well as a poisonous snake that was dead but not stiff.
Out of caution, Su Jie didn't immediately pick it up; instead, he manipulated several pale corpse hands to grab it.
The strand of black hair kept writhing, winding itself around the corpse hands autonomously, but it had no aggression—merely encircling, not strangling.
Su Jie looked around. This wasn't the place for experiments.
Once he confirmed there wasn't too much danger, he stored the strand of black hair in the storage bag.
