章 1698: In His Own Coin

Qiao Mu watched expressionlessly as the little white squirrel whacked Tan Fa up into the air with its tail. She pursed her lips coldly.

Subsequently, she darted to him and struck a puppet curse into Tan Fa's conscious pool with a flick of her finger.

Tan Fa widened his eyes vigilantly and had just spoken "What did you" when a raging force surged into his conscious pool, almost like it was tearing the latter apart. He immediately collapsed in pain and rolled back and forth on the ground while grabbing his head.

However, Qiao Mu ignored him and sauntered up to the large urn, immediately kicking the lid off afterwards.

This revealed Che Ruman's ghastly-pale face, which was of no surprise to Qiao Mu.

Curse practitioners were usually heinous, which was why the world could not condone them.

Yet the truth was that the more the world spurned and condemned them, the more perverted and wicked their actions became.