Clap clap clap!
Sha Lifei's large hands, like palm leaves, mercilessly slapped left and right.
The faces of several bound remnants of the Ghost Theater Troupe instantly became swollen and bloody at the mouth.
However, their eyes still held a crazed joy.
"Wake up! Wake up, you idiots!"
Sha Lifei picked one up and shouted, spitting in the other's face, "Stop playing dead!"
Beside him, Wang Daoxuan frowned tightly, forming the Clear Heart Technique with his hand, and pointed a glimmer towards one person's forehead, but it was like sinking into the ocean, causing only a twitch in the person.
"They are too deeply immersed in that 'Lady Bai's illusion technique, their minds are incomplete, normal means can't extract anything from them."
Long Yan'er's cold voice sounded. She carefully took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, uncorked it, releasing an indescribable, grassy yet sweet and fishy scent, "Try this."
