This small knife is pitch-black throughout, but the blade is blood-red, as if dyed by fresh blood.
Xu Xin held the knife in his hand; it was heavy.
This knife was made of some kind of metal; he didn't know what metal it was, but it was undeniably heavy—despite being about the same size as a boning knife, its weight felt at least five times that to Xu Xin.
This metal must be high-grade.
If he had the ability to restore tools to raw materials, he really wanted to break down this knife into a block of metal so he could unlock the blueprint for making this metal.
Wishful thinking, this knife undoubtedly has to be returned; at least for now, he didn't even have the courage to face a tiger, let alone this so-called "god."
Speaking of which, do tigers count as big cats? They should be one of the sacrifices, right? The few tigers circling nearby didn't approach the altar, probably because they feared it.
