บท 1129: A Piece of Cake

When they were all tied up, the fog had dispersed.

The men in black looked at Xie Qiao and the others with eyes full of fear and disbelief.

Some of them had swallowed the poison they hid in their mouths at the first moment and died. The remaining ten or so were held down by Xie Pinggang and the others before they could die.

"Senior Sister... How did you change the weather?!" Xiao Yurong could not explain it.

Xie Qiao's face was pale. She grabbed the frame and said slowly, "It's all fake..." 

It was more like dark energy than fog.

Some powerful spirits could make their own houses into all kinds of illusions. These illusions did not exist in reality. In fact, they used auras and other mysterious factors to make people see the illusions.

Where did she get the ability to call the wind and summon the rain?

It was just that the souls of the dead gathered their strength to help her.