Logically speaking, it's unlikely. The ashes he burned are very light and fine, blown away by the wind, and almost impossible to collect.
"Let me see, what kind of ashes?"
Zhang Shan handed over a phone screen, showing a patch of gray-white powder in the grass, with discernible human bone-shaped gray-white solids.
The image resolution wasn't high, and the colors were slightly distorted.
But you could still see the bones, definitely not from the mouse or Beast Master that day.
Bai Mo was about to push the phone back when he suddenly recalled some ancient documents he had just learned. He frowned, hesitating with a guess—this ash, it doesn't look like bone ash.
Could it be... the ashes of a living person?
It was a kind of material from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, obtained from cremation pits... ashes from burning the living.
...
Fox Mountain dormitory hall.
The disciples were all asleep, each hugging their tails, some snoring, some grinding their teeth.
