Qin Xi knew this black aura the best. It was a Corpse Child.
Zhao Di held her breath. She pretended to be calm and bowed respectfully to the corpse child. She said calmly, "I have something to report to Lord Yin. Please inform him."
The corpse child gathered from the black fog and transformed into an ugly and terrifying child. It floated in the air and stared at Zhao Di without blinking. There seemed to be suspicion and confusion on its face as it asked in a sharp voice.
"Eh? Why do I feel that something is wrong with you?"
It muttered to itself, "But I can't tell exactly what's wrong."
Zhao Di's heart skipped a beat. She tried her best to hide the fear in her heart. "This is what I want to report to Lord Yin. Please allow me to see him."
Although the corpse child knew that something was wrong with this puppet, it didn't know what it was. At the end, it still let Zhao Di in.