C468 Xiangxi Evil Arts

The middle-aged male ghost stretched out both of his hands, and sure enough, there were burn marks on them. However, I judged that they weren't damaged by runes, nor did they seem like Daoist techniques. They were more like the evil path that I couldn't name.

"Can you tell what kind of injury he was injured by?" I couldn't tell. I could only turn my head to Chu Yu. If he couldn't see it either