The moment ordinary people encountered a supernatural event, they were completely dumbfounded. If it had been some kind of miraculous phenomenon, that would have been one thing, but this was a strange, terrifying, and deeply malicious omen. How could ordinary people dare face it?
As long as Mo Qiong was confident enough, he could intimidate these ordinary people into submission.
It was far too easy. A few dark-red vortices whose meaning they could not understand were enough to make them afraid to resist.
Of course, the fact that they had dared to draw their guns on her showed that they had some courage. But with a strange, ominous entity coiled around the guns, and something leaping from them into their hands, would they still dare hold on?
Whether they understood it as poison or a curse, who would ignore something that slowly spread through their blood vessels? Who would think that such gradual erosion was meaningless?
Besides, it was not truly without effect. The bloodshot eyes, the constantly appearing white hairs, the unhealthy patches on their skin, and their graying, whitening fingernails—
All these things progressed layer by layer, giving them the feeling that everything was getting worse.
In fact, they already felt uncomfortable. Even breathing had become much heavier.
This was fear stimulating their brains to secrete hormones that affected their emotions. Those hormones also had a certain physiological impact.
"Fear comes from the unknown and from death. They know nothing about my abilities, and the black lines may threaten their lives. As long as they have brains, they won't dare lay a finger on me."
Mo Qiong appeared extremely confident. At this moment, her appearance as an eight-year-old girl made the unknown even more intimidating.
She had suddenly become an apparently harmless little girl. Facing these vicious men,