Xu Lang gave a casual flick of his wrist. Based on Chachai's experience, the poisonous smoke should have coiled around his left arm, forming skull-shaped patterns and seeping corpse oil into his skin. A victim of such poison would suffer agony as the wounds festered uncontrollably; without an antidote, they would be screaming for death within three days. Yet, Chachai’s venomous smoke was easily dispersed by Xu Lang, vanishing without a trace.
Xu Lang glanced at the Golden Silkworm Gu on his left arm. The little creature looked back with utter disdain, as if to say, "Is that it?"
Uncle Ming sat down, squinting. Xu Lang borrowed a cigarette from Wang Fatty, lit it, and blew the smoke directly at Chachai. His method was crude—a straight, arrow-like puff of smoke that instantly covered Chachai’s face. Chachai, unable to dodge, was about to lash out when he suddenly felt dizzy, as if insects were crawling inside him.
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