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 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 so ancient docunts 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, so snoring, so grinding their teeth.
In the center of the hall, white mist suddenly rose.
It was Bai Mo, with Peach Blossom Eyes, erging from it.
Peach Blossom Eyes had eaten his fill until his belly was round, even burping.
Huh?
Bai Mo suddenly noticed one disciple still awake.
It was Bai Xingxing!
This fellow was tinkering beside the Big Mushroom Ship's mouth, touching here and there, seemingly even attempting to stick his head into the ship's mouth, with unknown intentions.
Bai Mo stepped forward and picked him up.
"Why are you still awake so late?"
Bai Xingxing was already very sleepy, his eyes blurred. He rubbed his head against his master's shoulder.
"Mmm mmm mmm."
"Is there sothing? Does Master need to help you?"
Bai Xingxing paused, shook his head. If it's sothing he can do himself, he won't trouble Master.
"Then go to sleep."
Bai Mo hugged Bai Xingxing, lay down on the bed with Peach Blossom Eyes.
...
In the morning, the sky over Fox Mountain was as gloomy as ever.
The swamp's surface reflected dark clouds' shadows.
And these shadows were shattered by the Big Mushroom Ship in the "splashing" sound of water!
It was Bai Xingxing and Quanquan Hu in the cockpit, having dropped off their fellow disciples, diving underwater, continuing to pick up underwater docunts and search for underwater treasures.
With a "gurgling" sound, the Big Mushroom Ship dived deep.
Quanquan Hu occasionally pointed the way, finally spotting a large pile of copper plates and stone slabs forming a small hill. Mud buried them, water plants entangled them. They looked dirty, but they were indeed the docunts needed by Fox Mountain!
"Oh!"
Quanquan Hu pointed with his Fox Claw!
It's here!
At this mont, Bai Xingxing's eyes lit up. He didn't let the Big Mushroom Ship charge but held the controls, opened the ship's mouth, sucked in water until its cheeks bulged... then pushed the control stick, aiming the ship at the docunt pile, spraying water!
He wanted to use the water flow to wash away the mud and water plants from the docunts, making them quicker to clean when they reached the shore.
Splash!
Water gushed from the Big Mushroom Ship's mouth, spraying onto the docunt pile!
But... the stone slabs and copper plates were scattered and floated away, the water muddied by the sludge, quickly obscuring the vast water, even blocking the Big Mushroom Ship's view.
"Oh?"
Bai Xingxing drooped his ears, eyes wide, showing his disappointed fangs.
How could this be?
Did his cleverness backfire?
He had studied for a long ti last night, thought he had it figured out, expected success!
Now, the docunts were scattered, utterly ssy, making retrieval even more difficult!
He looked at Quanquan Hu, then thought of the fellow disciples in the back cabin doing support work, his fox eyes flickering with apologies.
However, at this mont, cheers from the fellow disciples ca through the intercom speaker beside the cabin.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
Quanquan Hu also frowned slightly, looking at Bai Xingxing, then barked with joy, hugging Bai Xingxing's chubby head on the pilot seat.
"Oh oh oh, mmm mmm mmm!"
The fellow disciples thought this was a great idea. It seed close to success; they should try again!
Master said, "Sharpening the axe doesn't delay splitting wood."
For things like this, Master has always been supportive!
As the water muddied with silt cleared, and the Big Mushroom Ship zigzagged around, opening its mouth everywhere to pick up scattered docunts, sending them ashore, then searching for the next batch.
...
In the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo sat behind the Bronze Table, transcribing docunts.
The copper plates and stone slabs beside the table had noticeably decreased.
"Huh? Today's underwater excavation seems to have slowed down?
"Have they encountered a problem?"
But no fox disciples ca to ask for help!
Bai Mo pondered for a mont, deciding to take a stroll to the canteen during lunch to see if they needed assistance.
He roughly read the existing docunts while transcribing.
"This one records the wonders of eyes..."
"This one records the wonders of ears..."
"This one records several small techniques for using fingers..."
Just by the titles, they seed like simple popular science books or thoughtless public articles... but the docunts written by the Ancient Immortals were different.
The biggest difference was that the "eyes," "ears," "fingers," etc., ntioned here were post-separation uses.
Bai Mo occasionally curled his lips, occasionally frowned while reading.
"The Ancient Immortals of the Slave Dynasty sure were studying so bloody knowledge!"
But this knowledge wasn't without value.
The Ancient Immortals explained the human body from a peculiar angle, exploring its mysteries, deriving this knowledge.
In so respect, this knowledge the Slave Dynasty's Ancient Immortals obtained through bloody and brutal ans, is extinct in today's civilized society, impossible to learn again.
"These things, though difficult to experint with, can be learned, referenced, and deduced... Truly valuing them is hard to estimate."
With a frown, Bai Mo suddenly understood why the site had such a large-scale execution ground... it wasn't just for punishnt, but could provide materials for the Ancient Immortals' research and alchemy.
...
Underwater in the swamp.
A pile of docunts, covered and entangled by mud and water plants.
The Big Mushroom Ship's head hovered above, spraying a huge stream of water, washing away a portion of the mud and water plants.
In the cockpit, Bai Xingxing carefully operated.
Quanquan Hu was lying against the cabin wall, observing the docunt pile with glowing fox eyes!
They had failed many tis, wasted much ti excavating docunts.
But this ti, the water flow washed away much mud and water plants, seed like they could succeed?
The Big Mushroom Ship's head moved to the left and right above the docunts... spraying huge streams of water repeatedly from different angles.
With the final stream, the pile of docunts was mostly cleansed, so pieces even floated up, ready to be caught by the Big Mushroom Ship's open mouth!
Success!
The cockpit vibrated slightly.
Quanquan Hu hugged Bai Xingxing's head, cheering along with the fellow disciples' voices in the intercom.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
The pre-cleaning technique of washing docunts underwater at Fox Mountain succeeded!
...
Ti passed bit by bit. Bai Mo, in the Bronze Hall, saw smoke rising from the canteen not far away.
And beside his Bronze Table, a thick stack of docunts had arrived again... the disciples' docunt excavation speed had sped up again, even faster than before the slowdown!
He touched the docunts, sensing with his enhanced fingertip sensitivity the large water flow washing marks on the docunts.
"Huh?
"What's going on?
"Did my disciples secretly upgrade their technique?
"Who's so incredible?
"Is it Bai Xingxing? Or Quanquan Hu? Or Black Star?"
Bai Mo grinned, planning to ask during lunch.
"The golden sweet potatoes in the dicine field have just ripened. I'll dig them out this afternoon to prepare a celebratory al for the disciples at dinner!"
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