When all the Death Qi in his body was concentrated in his palm, the Black Qi no longer looked so meager. It became like a thin black glove, enveloping Lu Yuan's right hand and fingers.
Does this Death Qi have an erosion effect similar to that of the Crow God's Divine Servants? Lu Yuan had this thought and immediately walked out of his bedroom.
It was already afternoon. His grandfather, Lu Yueping, was taking his usual nap, and his father, Lu Xinghua, had gone out on business. No one was around to supervise him.
Lu Yuan sneaked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He found a piece of pork inside. His grandfather had probably bought it from the market this morning. It was very fresh, with a lot of bloody water accumulated in the plastic bag.
He took out the pork and, using a kitchen knife, cut off a piece roughly the size of half his palm. Then, he slowly poked the pork with his right index finger, which was wreathed in Death Qi.
