"You!"
"Me?"
The woman being pointed at was cloaked in a black robe; she pulled down her hood to reveal a stunningly beautiful face, her expression one of surprise, which then turned into laughter:
"To think that someone would actually challenge me."
The next second, the smile on her face vanished, and her radiant visage quickly withered into a dry, yellow pallor. Then, her flesh began to rot away, revealing small holes and the desiccated, darkened skull beneath. A mass of black mist, composed of countless tiny dots, flew out from the decaying eye sockets and surged toward Lin Xiao.
The man who was talking to Lin Xiao immediately leapt back to distance himself, whispering a warning:
"Her profession is the seventh in the sequence of disease spreaders, the Virus Emissary. Be careful."
Lin Xiao, with sharp eyes, clearly saw that the tiny black dots were countless virus-carrying insects, a truly terrifying thing to face at close quarters.
