"Hurry up and give it to me!"
This was not something to play with. Perhaps it was not only related to the old coachman's strange behavior, but even aunt Wu's previous strange behavior might be related to it.
Song qingxiao didn't use much strength, but no matter how hard the black thread struggled, it couldn't escape from her fingers.
She looked at it carefully. The thread was filled with a strong evil aura, which was the same as the black aura that had entered Auntie Wu's body.
It was surrounded by a layer of black Qi, carrying a vengeful remnant thought, as if there was a wisp of remnant soul attached to it, screaming, ""Let me go ..."
Her expression remained the same, and at the same time, she used her other finger to gently twist the black silk from head to tail. She sent her spiritual power into it and instantly crushed this trace of poisonous resentment into pieces, disappearing without a trace.
