In a brief moment of confusion, Su Mo suddenly thought of something, and reached out to grab the person again, but saw a shade of azure-purple flashing across his face.
His cheeks ballooned...
Su Mo's eyes twitched, and he immediately withdrew, creating a distance of over ten yards in an instant.
He saw a puff of purple gas being expelled by the person, and had Su Mo not retreated in time, it would have covered his face completely.
At this moment, the purple gas gradually dissipated in the air.
And the middle-aged man had already ceased breathing.
"This..."
Su Mo approached the man again and examined him briefly, but frowned, "Something's not right."
No matter who this middle-aged man is or what his purpose was for wanting the Mandarin Duck List.
If it was just involving himself, Su Mo hadn't yet made a deadly move; there was no reason for him to commit suicide.
"If he had to die, it must be because he had reasons he could not avoid.
