The clothes Qin Yan was wearing were now in such a state that no one would even want them as a rag. A large gash ran from the front flap down to the abdomen, and the entire garment was almost completely stained red with blood.
Yang Yiyi, trying her best to avoid touching the bloodstains, picked up the clothes and shook them, feeling something like a pouch from inside. The outer layer was leather, but it was unclear what kind of skin it was. It looked a peculiar dark green and felt as rough as rock to the touch.
“Um… should I open it?”
In Yang Yiyi’s mind, the people of the Southern Frontier were almost always accompanied by snakes and insects. What if this pouch contained some kind of poison…
“Open it. Let’s see what’s inside. Heroine Yang, be careful.”
Evidently, Wu Shaoyi was also very curious about what was inside. Seeing the other two nod, Yang Yiyi unfastened the pouch’s clasp, only to find a piece of wood the length of an index finger inside. Yang Yiyi felt a pang of disappointment, having thought it was some kind of treasure.