Chen Huaixu was squatting in front of the flowerpot, turning the soil with a silver hairpin in her hand. The sudden appearance of the person scared her so much that she almost fell to the ground.

"You—why didn't you tell me you were coming out? You scared me."

Fu Yin's temples throbbed, "I told you."

He took a look at the turned-over flowerpot. Some sticky and disgusting flesh and blood tissue were dug out from the still moist soil, and he could vaguely see the remnants of the iron box that had not yet been completely corroded.

There was a strange and unpleasant smell in the air.

Chen Huaixu continued to turn the leaves without changing his expression or heartbeat, being careful not to touch the roots of the Cuiyi vine. "Ah, maybe I didn't hear it. The sand boa must be dead."

As she spoke, her silver hairpin touched an object that was different from the soil. She thrust it in forcefully and then pulled it out. The tip of the hairpin brought out some gray-green liquid.

Chen Huaixu looked up to show Fu Yin, "Look, the encyclopedia says that the body fluids of sand boas are gray-green."

As a member of the Feiyuan clan, Fu Yin was inevitably a bit of a germaphobe, but his germaphobia was almost cured by Chen Huaixu during the escape from famine. Although he still felt repulsive in his heart, he still took a look.

"I don't feel any discomfort either."

He glanced at the flowerpot again, then suddenly remembered something and squatted down. "Have you found the stinger of the sand boa constrictor?"

"Tail sting?"

Fu Yin took the silver hairpin from Shen Huaixu and nodded, "It is said that the tail spines of sand boas are very beautiful."

Chen Huaixu's eyes lit up. She had seen this in the encyclopedia. The bigger and more beautiful the sand boa's tail spine was, the higher its status in the tribe.

Unfortunately, there were no pictures in the encyclopedia, and the sand boa died before she could see what the creature looked like.

Noticing Fu Yin also digging at the dirt with a silver hairpin, she asked, "Are you looking for its tail sting? What are you looking for?"

The tall guy squatted in front of her and dug a pile of dirt. The contrast was quite big.

"Let me show you."

Chen Huaixu hurriedly grabbed his hand, "It's okay if you don't look at it. Didn't you say that your Feiyuan's only natural enemy is it? What if their flesh and blood are harmful to you?"

Fu Yin stopped and silently glanced at the hand that was holding him. He dropped the silver hairpin and held it with his other hand. "Then I won't look at it."

After confirming that the sand boa was completely dead, Chen Huaixu put the Cuiyi vine back into the space, thinking of waiting until the Cuiyi vine grew up before testing whether it had medicinal value.

What she didn't know was that that night, when it was dark and windy and she was sound asleep, Fu Yin came to the flowerpot and rummaged through it for most of the day before finding two tail thorns, one dark red and the other pink and purple.

The two tail spines were indeed as beautiful as Fu Yin had said, and it seemed as if water was flowing inside them, making them sparkle and shimmer to the naked eye.

He put them away carefully, intending to make a unique gift in the world.

Chen Huaixu originally wanted to find some time to search for it himself and broaden his horizons, but he came up empty-handed. He thought that if the sand boa became fierce, it could even corrode its own tail stinger.