This black fog spreads, invading all directions, thick as ink.
Even the arm left in Chu Qing's hand was also breeding black fog.
Chu Qing flung the arm away, grabbing Shopkeeper Song's shoulder, and his body swayed to avoid the shroud of black fog.
All that could be heard was a sizzling sound ringing out, as the area covered by the black fog saw trees wither and boulders stained with black filth.
Moreover, this persistent black fog burned the ground continuously, making Chu Qing slightly squint his eyes.
He abruptly turned back to look at Shopkeeper Song.
Shopkeeper Song was still in shock, completely unaware of Chu Qing's gaze, only feeling his legs go weak, and he sat on the ground, unable to get up for a long while.
Chu Qing extended a hand:
"Get up."
Shopkeeper Song snapped back to reality, and looked at Chu Qing with wide eyes:
"Pretty boy!!"
The words slipped out, evidently spoken without thinking after a fright.
Chu Qing's face darkened:
"Say that again!?"
