What flew out of the small yellow pouch were mosquitoes, one after another. Unlike ordinary mosquitoes, these were covered in white markings and were each a full centimeter in size.
The proboscises of these white mosquitoes were long and sharp, capable of easily piercing human skin.
At this moment, a full hundred of these white mosquitoes floated before the hook-nosed man.
"Go on, my darlings. Your master is waiting here for you to return."
The hook-nosed man gave a casual wave. Instantly, as if they understood his words, the white mosquitoes vanished into the sea of people on the street in the blink of an eye.
They flew incredibly fast, many times faster than ordinary mosquitoes.
