"San check!"
Although there wasn't actually a role-playing game system in place, Feng Xue always felt that this was the moment when a dice sound effect should play in his head, followed by a deduction of a few sanity points out of respect.
However, that was just a fleeting thought. As the green smoke and unpleasant smell slowly dissipated, the detective once again pinched the bridge of his nose, starting to activate his illusion object that could detect over a wide area.
"They're all dead."
That was his response.
"It seems they were indeed corrupt creatures of the Hos lineage." Qing Jin, as if afraid of being burned, quickly caressed his own illusion object. A faintly hot breath diffused, but nothing happened.
If one had to say, it was only that Feng Xue felt considerably uncomfortable when that breath wafted over him.
It wasn't a matter of physical injury, but purely a dual discomfort stemming from both mind and body.
