The slow-speeched middle-aged man wasn’t actually slow. When he saw that the green flames released by the extinguished lanterns didn’t seem to affect An Keyi at all, he immediately understood many things.

Under extreme confusion and shock, his ordinary cloth sleeves swelled, more than ten black porcelain spheres flew out. With a pa noise, when they were still ten or so steps from An Keyi, these back spheres all exploded. Waves of chi chi sounds and a pink-colored steam formed a blast of dense miasma, engulfing several houses.

When the originally thriving wormwood on the house made contact with the pink miasma, it quickly turned black and withered.

The slow-speeched middle-aged man immediately wanted to retreat backwards, but what made his breathing completely stop was that the bookish beautiful woman directly made her way through the pink miasma. Meanwhile, the door behind him suddenly became a deathly pale green, as if there was a layer of moss that suddenly grew, but then immediately dried up under the sun.

When he realized that regardless of whether it was in cultivation or methods in using...