"This is good stuff, have you heard of Corpse Dissolving Powder?"
He held a porcelain bottle in his hand, shaking it slightly in front of the tightly bound Evil Cultivator, the open bottle made the Evil Cultivator tremble all over.
Corpse Dissolving Powder, even if one hasn't seen or heard of it, just hearing the name one would know what it is.
Lately, so many people have gone missing, leaving only their clothes behind—it's likely the work of this powder. Just a little sprinkle of it would be deadly.
"I won't yell, won't yell, you... you be careful."
The Evil Cultivator originally wanted to scream for help, to call the nearby Evil Cultivators because after all, there was only one person here, and it should be easy to deal with him.
But once this person took out the Corpse Dissolving Powder, especially with his hand holding it still trembling, the Evil Cultivator shut his mouth at once.
