The White-Faced Man glanced at K's corpse by his feet.
Then he looked toward where the Corpse Controller had completely disappeared and said, "Looks like the Longevity Mist doesn't work on you."
"The Longevity Mist?"
Tang Luo said, "Isn't it just fungal spores? Why dress it up with such a fancy name?"
A tiny mushroom had already sprouted from K's mouth.
"Heh."
The White-Faced Man didn't comment on Tang Luo's choice of words.
But the black mist around them had grown denser without anyone noticing.
That was what he claimed.
But was Tang Luo really unaffected?
The White-Faced Man didn't believe it. If there was no effect, it was only because the dose or concentration wasn't high enough!
Anyone who talked about effects without considering concentration was just spouting nonsense.
At a high enough concentration, even he would be affected.
He refused to believe that the monk before him could come away completely unharmed!
Tang Luo waved a hand in front of his face twice.
The black mist around them was already starting to interfere with his vision.
The White-Faced Man quietly retreated, ready to disappear into the mist.
Tang Luo glanced at him but said nothing.
If you wanted to hide, then hide.
Why were you still carrying a kerosene lantern? Were you afraid people wouldn't know where you were?
The lantern's glow swayed in the black mist.
It looked as if it were hanging from a rocking boat.
Tang Luo stirred up a gust of black mist and walked toward the lantern. But when he got closer, the White-Faced Man had vanished without a trace.
The one holding the lantern was, astonishingly, Mi Ke.
More precisely, it was Mi Ke's corpse.
She stood perfectly still, holding the kerosene lantern.
Tang Luo struck and physically exorcised Mi Ke, which