The tent was shrouded in smoke.
After placing the octopus skull on Xiao Xiao's head, the Old Fishman returned to his sickly demeanor and leaned once more on his beast bone crutch.
He stroked the dragon skin cloak hanging from the crutch and sang an eerie song in a language that no one else could understand. He shuffled his feet in tiny steps, seemingly performing a prayer dance.
Zheng Qing had already visualized his Colt Python, with the magazine fully loaded.
Should anything go awry, he was ready to fire an anti-evil charm bullet at any moment to subdue the strange Fishman Elder Priest.
"Evil."
Beneath the octopus skull, Xiao Xiao suddenly spoke a word.
His voice was strange, hoarse, and harsh, resembling that of an uncivilized Fishman; yet from the tone, Zheng Qing and the others could clearly discern that Xiao Xiao was the speaker.
