Taoist Master Qingxu nodded heavily, and wanted to say something else, but he swallowed it into his stomach when he was at his mouth, because Wengchai had slowly closed his eyes, and the pores around his body opened, and a faint black air was released from his pores. As the black air was released more and more, Wengchai's pores were also widening, and they all seemed to be as big as nostrils. People who had never seen such a scene with their own eyes would not understand how terrifying this situation would be. The pores on a living person's body became hundreds or even thousands of times, which made Wengchai's whole body much larger. He could no longer see the human appearance on his body. His nose, eyes and mouth were covered with pores of large and small, and black breaths were constantly ejected from the pores.

The breath of the entire mass grave was surrounded by the black air gushing out of Weng's body. The air current was shaking, and the wind gustled. A strong wind blew from the ground, causing the grass and stones on the ground to fly around, mixed with some unburned yellow paper money flying all over the sky.

Taoist Priest Qingxu was not prepared at all. Seeing that Weng Chai suddenly turned into this horrifying look, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in fright, his body retreated repeatedly, and almost exclaimed in surprise, and quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

However, this horror was just beginning, and a more strange scene happened again. The black air that gushed out of Weng Chai's body suddenly dispersed and floated towards the countless graves on the ground. It kept hovering around the graves. In the constant rotation, black air began to emerge from the graves. The black air began to float at first, and then became more and more intense, as if a ball of wet firewood was swelling under the grave that could never be burned.

The black air floated up from the grave, forming small black whirlwinds. The small whirlwinds circling on themselves. After a while, faint figures formed. These figures include old people, children, middle-aged men, and young women, all of which are different in their various colors. The only thing that is that their faces have a blue-gray color, and their eyes are full of fierce hatred.

Their eyes were all concentrated in one place, that was Wengchai, who was standing in the middle of the grave. His pores were still expanding outwards, making hissing and deflated sounds, sounding like the sound of a steel knife rubbing against the bones.

Master Qingxu has been practicing Taoism for decades, but he has never seen such a terrifying scene. He couldn't help but sway again. At some point, cold sweat broke out again, and he pressed his clothes that had not been dry tightly on his body. Although he knew that Weng Chai had practiced the head-sucking technique in Siam, this head-sucking technique was a kind of black witchcraft, all of which were evil magic, including summoning ghosts and poisonous poison. Among them, he had seen Weng Chai use the Gu poison many times, which was very evil, but compared with the current evil magic of summoning ghosts, it was really far behind.
Chapter completed!