She twisted the muscles in her back.
"It's not concern—" Lin Yi's word "concern" had not yet been completed when he abruptly stopped because his attention was entirely captured by the horrifying scene before him.
He saw wisps of smoke, like those from an incense burner, seeping out of Li Huiyuan's back. The smoke was very thin, resembling the incense one burns during festivals in tribute to ancestors.
Very fine, it rose slowly, then lingered above her head, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
What frightened Lin Yi was that the smoke was an eerie shade of green!
As Li Huiyuan unconsciously twisted her back due to the itch, exceeding a certain range of motion, a fine slit opened up on her skin!
And as the slit healed, what it resembled was a hair-thin scratch mark!
That scratch mark, was not actually a scratch mark, but a wound, a strange wound!!!