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In the old wooden building of Shanglin Neighborhood.
Three peculiar syllables escaped Chen Mu's mouth.
Black smoke appeared in mid-air, twisting and rolling like a long serpent, then suddenly plunged downward.
The live fish in the filled tank disappeared without a trace.
This process was repeated six times, and all the fish in seven large tanks were devoured.
Chen Mu introspected the space within the Five Ghosts Bag, and that cluster of Three Treasures Essence hovering in mid-air finally underwent some change.
The original light red mist, the size of a mung bean, had now turned into... a less light red mist, still the size of a mung bean.
"No wonder they set their sights on living humans."
He had swallowed no fewer than thirty-five tanks of live fish, but up to now, he hadn't managed to refine a single drop of Diandan red.
"If I keep fishing like this, the Dragon King of Luo River is going to come looking for trouble with me."
