Looking at the wound on the disciple's foot.
Everyone's faces were filled with wariness.
Instead of stepping forward to help, they retreated a step and merely looked toward Shi Jin Jia. Since you were the one who brought him here, you should deal with him yourself.
Shi Jin Jia's expression was as gloomy as ever.
His emotions were impossible to read.
He extended a hand and pressed down from a distance. A faint ghostly flame immediately rose from the disciple's ankle.
"Bzzzt—"
"Bzzz—"
The smell of burning protein began to spread.
Then.
Everyone saw slender, wriggling fingers emerge from beneath the squirming wound. The fingers moved like living creatures, struggling and twisting constantly as they tried to escape from beneath the wound.
However, the moment they encountered the ghostly flame, they began to burn, quickly turning into sections of withered black sticks.
"What is this thing?"
Jiang Qiao was curious.
"I'm not sure." Yun Zhou spoke in a low voice. "The curses in Hungry Ghost Valley are strange and varied, too numerous to count. Some are very weak and can only kill ordinary people. Others are extremely powerful—even Ninth Tier Experts can suddenly die from them."
"That's why whenever anyone encounters a curse, everyone else immediately keeps their distance."
"We observe it several times before deciding what to do."
No wonder.
Those people had acted as though they had seen a ghost just now.
Jiang Qiao understood.
"Think carefully. Did you poke or touch anything strange? Did you step on anything you shouldn't have?" Shi Jin Jia asked while releasing the ghostly flame.
The flame stopped.
Those wriggling fingers emerged again, causing Shi Jin Jia's expression to change slightly.
How was this possible?
What kind of curse was this?
In theory.
With his strength, a single burst of flame should