Clearing the ruins was exhausting work, so they sweated heavily. Yet in this cold, damp environment, the moisture could not evaporate. Instead, it soaked through their clothes and clung tightly to their skin.
It was a truly miserable sensation.
"Damn weather!"
"What's going on?"
"Yeah, it was scorching before we came in here. Why is it so cold now?" Several team leaders looked up at the sun, then around at their surroundings. A shiver ran through them. The atmosphere in this courtyard felt somewhat eerie.
They dragged their feet as they worked and chatted among themselves, gradually becoming rather noisy.
Ordinary people could not see the thin black lines, so naturally, they did not notice them creeping toward their bodies. They merely felt the temperature drop slightly.
But only a short while later, thin black lines spread from the rod-like object in Master Mahali's hand. Other than the middle-aged man, all the Grey Skins at the scene were gradually entangled and invaded by this black qi.
Their eyes slowly began to turn red. They no longer whispered and discussed things among themselves, and the cleanup site gradually fell silent.
Once everyone had fallen silent, Master Mahali lightly waved that rod. The more than one hundred Grey Skins at the scene seemed to have been put on pause, freezing in place for two seconds.
Then, all the Grey Skins began moving again, continuing with the work in their hands.
But at that moment, the eyes of every Grey Skin gradually began to darken!
This was a control curse used by Sorcerers. Through ghosts they had refined themselves, they could cloud the targets they wished to control and make them act according to their intentions.
Mahali was using this curse to make the more than one hundred Grey Skins present work according