"What kind of treasure is this?" Hu Ma wondered. He carried the oil lamp, clutching the small porcelain bottle the old shopkeeper had solemnly given him, and returned to his room.
First, he closed the door. Then, he placed the oil lamp on the table and carefully opened the small porcelain bottle. An extremely familiar scent of blood instantly wafted out. He was slightly taken aback. Carefully, he poured the contents into his palm. He stared, dumbfounded for a moment, then felt an urge to both laugh and cry…
Blood Food Pill.
The exquisitely expensive small porcelain bottle contained a Blood Food Pill, and there was only one. What's more, it was even a bit smaller than the one Granny had left for him.
Looking at this beautiful small porcelain bottle and then thinking of the jar Granny had given him—which resembled one used for pickled vegetables—It truly was…
One so ornate, the other so plain!
