With a gentle shake, it turned into a grayish substance.
"Don't underestimate this. It's only a mixture of mud and ashes, but in reality..."
After piquing the Butcher's curiosity, the Eighth Finger mysteriously said:
"It's still trash!"
"..."
The Butcher's constipated expression made him feel a surge of blood pressure in his head. If he were to continue dealing with this woman, he would definitely have to seek medical reimbursement from the Faceless Brotherhood.
"Hahaha, Blood Wolf, your expression is too cute!"
Seeing this, the Eighth Finger laughed heartily and continued:
"However, even when dealing with a dog, you have to consider its master. Even for trash...you have to see who created it!"
"Twilight Dust, it's perfect for obscuring the glory of the stars. The dark and windy night is just the ideal time for mischief!"
"Could it be..."
Upon hearing this, the Butcher seemed to have a sudden realization, his eyes showing anticipation.