His hand kept spinning gently, as if controlling something.
His strange attire also drew the occasional glance from the children playing in the village.
'Tender skin, the finest material...'
The cultivator was also observing these children,
'It's a pity that the ghost slave I've nurtured has yet to develop intelligence, easily dispersed by living people.
There are too many people here now, not a good time to act.
Otherwise, even if it meant being wanted here, I would have harvested this fine blood food.'
The cultivator looked at these little kids, thinking it was a pity.
Meanwhile, a human eye invisible black mist moved slightly within his palm, swirling in the bark bag behind him.
This bag was made specifically by him using a type of Yin Sha Wood.
This wood grows in graveyards and possesses the ability to cultivate and gather Evil Qi.
Otherwise, his 'black mist' would be scattered upon exposure to the sun.
This black mist is the 'ghost.'
At the same time.
