204 The Gossiping Parrot Race

Shi Mu hesitated for a moment. Then, he gently pulled Young Master Ju’s left hand. Suddenly, his complexion changed.

He saw that Young Master Ju had grasped a blood-red token in his left hand.

The surface of the token was emanating an intermittent burst of faint-red light; as if a kind of liquid had penetrated the palm of Young Mater Ju.

"What’s this?"

Shi Mu was startled. He carefully pulled the token from Young Master Ju’s hand after a momentary hesitation.

The token was rectangular in shape, and three inches in size. An odd pattern was portrayed on one of its sides; it looked like a ghost-shaped humanoid monster. Some strange letters in a strange font were carved on the other side of the token; they were extremely small in size, and looked like tiny flies. Shi Mu had never come across such a weird language in his entire life.