"Pocket."
Bai Yiduo extended his hand backward, and Bai Guyue, who was tidying up the backpack, quickly threw it over.
With a flick, the corpse of the Saint Luo clan member was casually covered by Bai Yiduo.
After being corroded by the White Stone toxin, the puppet body weighed only a fifth of a normal human's weight.
It felt like it weighed about 15kg in his hand.
He could even fold the puppet body easily.
After zipping it up, Bai Yiduo's gaze fell on the half-meter square box on the ground.
The ancient wood grain exuded a sense of history's vicissitudes.
He glanced at it, unable to determine what was inside. He wasn't impatient to open it but instead turned to look at his granddaughter.
"I'll teach you the White Stone toxin when we return."
Upon hearing this, Bai Guyue bit her lip, "But I... don't want to learn."
