Nuozu flipped his right hand.
Under the flesh and blood of his palm, a gray poisonous worm, as long as a little finger, wriggled out, slightly disgusting.
"Eat!"
Nuozu's words were very concise.
The gray poisonous worm leaped high and swallowed the black blood off the tongue in one go.
"Pop."
A light sound was heard, and the poisonous worm exploded into pieces.
The splattered black liquid was gathered by Nuozu with one hand into a small stone bottle.
At the same time, he flicked his right hand, and the two fingers that had been stained with blood, consumed the hair, merged into a dirt-yellow talisman pen.
The pen brushed gold and red, clearly dividing the zones.
"Ah, this..."
Xu Xiaoshou was amazed.
From start to finish, every single move evaded his predictions precisely—he couldn't understand what he was doing at all!
Nuozu held the pen, placed the stone bottle on the table, and took the wheel, muttering words.
The murmurs were unclear, unlike human speech.
