Insects

Piles of white bones surrounded the small hill.

Ling Han finally understood how they had died. They hadn't died from fighting over this flower, but rather they had been silently killed by the "black cloud" after being entranced by the flower.

"Ah!" Shui Yanyu yelped in astonishment, a lingering fear still in her heart. If Ling Han hadn't pulled her back just then, she would have also become like the other two people. She would have walked over and been killed by the black cloud.

"W-what was that?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Ling Han shook his head, and said, "It was too quick, I couldn't see it."

Shui Yanyu was slightly surprised. Even Ling Han hadn't been able to see it clearly? That black cloud was truly uncanny.

Ling Han thought for a moment, and then casually tossed a black ball into the air.