Da Liang Year 641, the 7th day of the 6th month.
Nanyang Prefecture, Shanglin Neighborhood. An old wooden house by the river.
A mass of constantly swirling black smoke was churning in mid-air.
The next moment, it plunged into a water jar by the wall, then immediately flew out and dove into another jar nearby.
The fish, rendered fierce from the nourishing of Secret Medicine, seemed to sense danger and frantically jumped about.
The slapping against the water jars made a banging sound. One even leapt two meters high with ease, escaping the water jar.
The black smoke, like a greedy snake, deftly reached into the air, and the high-jumping fish vanished without a trace.
In just five breaths, all the fish in the seven big jars had disappeared.
Chen Mu fixated his gaze on the Ghostly black smoke.
However, his attention concentrated on the Five Ghosts Bag. A mass of red mist, the size of a mung bean, emerged.
