"Clothes?"
As Hao Jian flicked the dirt with the dagger in his hand, his eyes instantly narrowed, for mixed within the scattered dirt were tattered pieces of clothing.
Aside from the soil's stains, there were faint green marks on these fragments, marks that Hao Jian was very familiar with.
"Are these from those who failed the Biochemical Venom transformation?"
He flicked the dirt again, and a rank odor seeped from within, causing Hao Jian to frown deeply, then relax.
Slowly standing up, he surveyed the small forest, noticing that the soil was rather loose, suggesting frequent disturbances.
"Is this a place for burying bodies?"
Gently clenching his fist, Hao Jian's gaze grew cold; if his guess was correct, this was where the organization buried those who failed and died in the transformation process.
"Truly damned!"
The actions of these people incensed Hao Jian, as they clearly disregarded human life!
