Published: February 5, 2025
This is the bag that the monster baby was carrying.
To be precise, it was a square piece of Golden Cloth used as a wrapping skin.
On the day of the treasure hunt, Ye Zhongming tore open the golden bag to create chaos among the various factions, allowing Wang Ding to be too preoccupied to seek trouble with him. He let them fight over the scattered treasures while he went to chop off a piece of Ghost Gold.
What he didn't expect was that when he ripped the bag, it didn't tear apart; it only opened at the seal. Ye Zhongming was too busy at the time to think much about it, so he casually stuffed this strange piece of cloth into his pocket.
Now, while sorting through his spoils, he recalled this.
The Golden Cloth was incredibly soft and delicate, feeling as smooth as the highest quality silk. However, Ye Zhongming was certain that it was definitely not silk, nor any textile he was familiar with.
He tried again, but he still couldn't tear this odd cloth.
Ye Zhongming was currently injured and couldn't engage in intense combat, but he was still much stronger than an ordinary person. He could easily bend a piece of iron, let alone tear a piece of cloth.
But why couldn't he tear this cloth?
Ye Zhongming thought for a moment, took out the Edge of the Moon, and carefully cut a corner of the Golden Cloth. To his shock, it didn't cut at all!
The Edge of the Moon, known for its sharpness and capable of leaving marks on Ghost Gold, couldn't even cut this golden wrapping skin!
Feeling puzzled, Ye Zhongming suddenly slashed down hard with the blade, then picked up the cloth to examine it carefully. This time, he noticed something different.
Where the Golden Cloth had been cut, a very faint white mark appeared—so subtle that it would be easily overlooked—and this mark was gradually disappearing!
Disappearing?!
Ye Zhongming felt a chill run down his spine. How could a cloth exhibit such an event?!
It was as if it... had a life of its own!
To confirm this, Ye Zhongming cut again, and once more, a faint mark appeared only to fade gradually. A mark over twenty centimeters long disappeared completely in about five or six seconds.
The zombie howls and occasional screams coming from outside made the already silent room feel even more eerie.
Is this a supernatural event? Ye Zhongming had never heard of ghosts haunting during the apocalypse.
Hmm?
While staring at the Golden Cloth laid out on the ground, Ye Zhongming suddenly noticed a phenomenon: the color of the cloth seemed to have faded a bit.
This change was very subtle, and if it weren't for Ye Zhongming's ten years of experience in the apocalypse, always keeping an eye on his surroundings, he might not have noticed it at all.
After considering it, Ye Zhongming cut the Golden Cloth for the third time.
Everything was the same as the previous two cuts: a faint mark, followed by an eerie disappearance. Moreover, Ye Zhongming confirmed that the color of the Golden Cloth was indeed fading.
What could be the reason for this?
Unable to figure it out, Ye Zhongming decided to set the Golden Cloth aside. He grabbed it and casually placed it on top of the ape turtle egrets' egg.
However, as soon as he did, Ye Zhongming froze. He distinctly felt a bit of energy being siphoned away from his body.
He gazed at the Golden Cloth with a look of disbelief.
Swallowing, Ye Zhongming forced himself to calm down. He quietly waited, his eyes fixed on the Golden Cloth.
The color changed!
The Golden Cloth's color was slowly deepening!
Once the cloth showed no further changes, Ye Zhongming cautiously touched this mysterious and strange fabric, and the absorbing force vanished; it returned to its previous state.
Lifting the Golden Cloth, Ye Zhongming saw the ape turtle egrets' egg and suddenly had some guesses in mind.
At this moment, the egg, which originally had a life energy fluctuation, had turned somewhat grayish-white on its exterior. Although he could still feel a pulse of life inside, it was extremely weak, as if its vitality had been siphoned away.