Arrived at the crematorium.
Punching in, signing in.
There weren't any Calamity Corpses in the morning, not even human corpses.
It wasn't surprising that they didn't receive Zhang Tong's body; gangs usually have their own ways of handling bodies.
No work, Feng Mu lazed around with no restrictions, practicing Body Forging Exercise.
"Is it an illusion? It's digesting faster than usual."
During the intervals of doing the Body Forging Exercise, Feng Mu was munching on Iron Balls slightly faster than yesterday.
[Iron Eater: Level 1]
[Edible Iron Types: 1]
[Extractable Metal Traits: 1]
[Currently detected edible iron type——Ordinary Pig Iron, edibility 39.7%.]
[Extracted Trait: ??]
After just practicing a few times in the morning, edibility had already increased by 1 point.
[Edibility ↑↑] flashed on the retina, two upward arrows blinking.
