Just like a sieve, small holes appeared one after another throughout the mute's body, simultaneously emitting black smoke.
Soon enough, he gradually became enshrouded by this dense black smoke that spewed out from his body, blurring his silhouette.
When Mo Lian happened to witness this scene upon jumping out from the lair, he instantly jolted in fright and swiftly bolted towards Qiao Mu, hugging her in his embrace. "What happened?"
"What can happen to me." Qiao Mu pursed her small mouth as she pointed at the mute, saying, "He's the one in trouble."
The white snakelet weaved out of the black smoke and flopped limply onto Qiao Mu's hand, cutely rubbing against her fingers.
Qiao Mu stroked its head. "Mo Lian, after the little white snake bit him, this person started emitting black smoke. What kind of special ability or cultivation technique is this?"
Mo Lian gazed deeply at the white snakelet.
