Upon realizing that his mind might be under interference, Zheng Qing felt a sudden intense impulse to raise the Charm Gun in his hand and fire in all directions until the Fu Bullets in the clip were emptied.
Instantly, a slight tingling sensation was felt at his fingertips.
The Warlock lowered his head, vaguely noticing that the yellow windmill-like symbols on the Charm Gun's body were slowly turning, and a strange color he had previously seen on the moss slowly dissipated under the rotating windmills, with several dim sparks bursting at his fingertips.
However, when he focused his gaze, he found those symbols motionless, as if it had all been his imagination.
The Warlock took a light breath, blinked his eyes, and the reddish glow in them slightly intensified, as two strange colors that had just extended from the back of his head to his eyes silently faded away.
