Blore didn't know what Ma Tuan was thinking, but when he saw that the person was awake, he immediately became happy.

"Ma Tuan, what's wrong with you? And what's that arm bone you're holding for? Neither of them can talk to you directly. I tried for a long time before I succeeded! They're both in the ground now. Now that you're better, let's go."

Ma Tuan had just woken up when he was knocked unconscious again by his series of questions, and his ribs in his chest were still aching slightly.

He covered his head to signal Blore not to speak, and Blore had to look elsewhere first.

On the spotless white wooden floor, a thick, white arm bone lay quietly. Its pale color and fragile texture gave the merest glimpse of something eerie. However, in the blink of an eye, black patterns began to slowly emerge from the bone.

Like an enigmatic map, these black patterns snake across the bone's surface in a peculiar, zigzagging pattern. Their lines are delicate, distinct, and indistinguishable, as if painstakingly drawn by a skilled artist. The contrast between the black lines and the paleness of the bone creates a striking visual impact, making the bone even more striking.

"Hey! What is this?" Blore looked surprised and picked it up carefully.

As time went by, the bones gradually revealed the entire scene of their journey from entering the coffin, breaking through the cliff wall to entering the spiral staircase, and finally arriving here. Every detail was vividly presented, as if it were a vivid memory.

However, when the picture reached where they were, it suddenly stopped, leaving a blank. Then, a new scene began to emerge, a cold glacial world, which seemed to hide endless secrets waiting for them to explore.