"Sister Jing, I'm going to burn some yellow paper now. There's no wind in the room, if in a moment, regardless of the direction, the smoke is blown towards this nurse, it would mean that she has attracted some unclean things." Huang Xiaolong said solemnly.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the yellow paper in his hand started to burn, smoke curling up from it.
Strangely enough, the thick smoke started to drift towards the nurse.
Both Lin Jing and the nurse widened their eyes in surprise.
Huang Xiaolong took a few steps, changed the direction, and the smoke unfailingly continued to drift towards the nurse.
Until the yellow paper was burned out, Huang Xiaolong tried changing positions four times, and every time, the smoke was right on target, blowing in the direction of the nurse—as if it had a positioning system installed.
"Ah? No way. Did I really attract something sinister?" The nurse's expression changed, becoming somewhat fearful and panicky.
