Chen Mu looked sternly at the five little paper men.
"Is that thing harmful?"
The five little paper men shook their heads in unison.
"Will it appear again?"
The little paper men continued shaking their heads.
"Can you do anything other than shaking your heads?!"
The little paper men were still shaking their heads.
Damn!
I was really confused by that thing just now.
The Five Ghosts Paper Men were at most slightly spiritual, like bewildered children, and essentially impossible to communicate with.
Chen Mu looked at his still cold right hand.
"What exactly was that thing?"
"Was it one or a group?"
"Did it cause the Yellow Bud Rice to wither?"
During his year on Jilong Mountain, he had never seen such long snake-like white smoke with a human face before. Now, with the mountain infected with decay disease, that thing had appeared just in time. This inevitably made Chen Mu wonder whether there was any connection between the two.
