"Was it from this corpse, or accidentally dropped from that monster?"
Zhang Liyou couldn't figure it out either, but quickly walked over, bent down, and picked up the booklet.
It felt slightly heavy in her hand, and she carefully wiped the bloodstains and mucus from the cover with her palm.
A few strong, gilded characters came into her view—"Nine Yang Red Skill."
The four characters were like four dancing flames, instantly burning her vision.
Zhang Liyou's eyes suddenly brightened, and her heart involuntarily began to race.
The pages inside the manual seemed to have been treated with some special liquid. Though inevitably stained with blood, displaying dark brown spots, the writing and diagrams remained clearly visible, the ink thick and the lines distinct.
