"Fellow cultivator, aren't you refining pills? My son's condition is such that if you get too close, I'm afraid it will—"
Before Family Head Wu could finish speaking, he saw Chen Luo press one hand onto the black mud.
Not good!
The expressions of the people around them changed drastically at the sight. They instinctively scattered in all directions. A ring of pale gold light emerged around Family Head Wu, words flowing continuously across its patterns like some kind of talisman aimed at the black mud.
"Aah!!"
A shrill scream came from the black mud.
The black mud writhing on the bed seemed to have come alive at this moment. The faces that Li Hongxiu and the others had previously soothed with medicinal pills all opened their eyes. One twisted face after another turned at the same time, their features filled with warped, crazed expressions until even their features had distorted to some extent.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Large amounts of black smoke rose from between Chen Luo's fingers. The black mud twisted and churned like boiling asphalt, strands of aura spreading upward along his palm as they tried to extend the black mud's power onto Chen Luo's body.
"Be quiet."
Chen Luo frowned slightly.
The hand pressed against the black mud suddenly exerted force. With a boom, all the restrictions around the wooden bed exploded. The black mud on the bed was pressed into the floor by that great force, clawing out a puddle of black, flower-shaped ripples that stained both the ground and the walls black. Everyone retreated outside in a flash, leaving only Zhao Qi standing in the original spot, his expression somewhat strange.
'Dead Person's Brainwaves detected. Damage degree: 7%. Read?'
The familiar interface emerged.
As expected.
Chen Luo narrowed his eyes, a trace of a