Lin Ge picked up the glowing white skull that rolled to his feet and couldn't help but ask,
"Baigu, how did you end up like this?"
After Baigu arrived here, he had clearly grown a thin layer of flesh and blood, as thin as skin, but what Lin Ge held in his hands now was clearly a polished and shiny skull, as if it had been polished and buffed.
"The skin got rubbed off rolling on the ground," Baigu explained briefly, then looked toward the motorcycle lying on the ground, "Quick, check if my baby got damaged."
Lin Ge walked over, picked up the motorcycle, and after examining it, found that apart from slight abrasion to the body, there was no substantial damage.
It seemed that the quality of the motorcycle he had bought was indeed quite good.
Behind him, Baigu's lower body stood up, limping towards its upper half.
The upper body too was crawling towards the lower half.