A graceful woman was uttering threats with a ferocious look on her face.

It was a "real" hideous face - the beautiful face looked ferocious, frowning, and even a little distorted under those words full of murderous intent and malice.

Kobayashi Akiko scoffed at the threat posed by the Black Mandragora.

She is not like those ignorant young people. Just by looking at the state of this flower, she knows that it is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Its current strength depends entirely on the person or beast that it is parasitized by.

The idea that the Japanese have no spiritual power was only put forward by the Special Affairs Office in the past two months.

But she knew about the art of charm, and knew that this skill could affect the minds of people or animals.

Just by looking at everyone's performance just now, you can know the strength of the woman opposite - her cultivation is not high, she is proficient in the art of seduction, and can control the minds of some people.

But she is not good at managing her subordinates. She abandoned her subordinates (He Shou Wu) in front of her subordinates (Nepenthes). If she had a team, it would fall apart sooner or later.

Song Chen carefully looked at the woman parasitized by the black mandala, trying to find her identity information. His brain worked quickly, but he couldn't find any practitioner who matched her.

After the black mandala finished speaking, it immediately urged the pitcher plant to move. The ground was slightly undulating, and the roots of the pitcher plant actually pulled out from the ground and curled up.

With an order, four pitcher plants hid the black datura behind them, lined up in a row, and moved towards Song Chen and his companions.

Song Chen slightly turned sideways, and Zhang Bufan came out from behind him with several logistics personnel holding modified flamethrowers.

Looking at the approaching pitcher plant, Zhang Bufan estimated the distance, waved his hand downward, and the flamethrower sprayed at the pitcher plant.

Under the licking of the flames, the pitcher plant did not dare to move any closer. It stood between the black datura and Song Chen and the others, hesitating to move forward.

This action of the fire-breathing girl completely angered Black Mandragora. She stretched out her hands, and her white fingers instantly turned black.

"Since you refuse to go with me, then I will invite you myself!" said the Black Mandala, and slowly disappeared into the air.

Many practitioners in the camp immediately became alert and put on defense cards.

The pitcher plants were forced back by the flamethrower and began to spray out the corrosive liquid in their cages, extinguishing the surrounding grass that had already begun to smoke.

A fishy-sweet smell drifted into the camp along with the burning hot air.

"Not good!" Song Chen turned around suddenly and looked at Xu Xiaoying.

Zhang Bufan covered his nose and took out a few agricultural sprayers, "Quick, quick, put the antidote in here and spray it quickly."

"Brother Bufan, is this a sprayer? The one used for agriculture?" Zhong Yi asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter whether it's for agricultural or industrial use, as long as it's useful." Zhang Bufan chuckled, "Qiqi's weapon is still a shovel!"

Zhong Yi: "...uh, that's an engineer shovel, and also a weapon." Forget it, there's no point in saying this. I heard that he is a big shot.

Xu Xiaoying took out a handful of pills and threw them into the sprayer. Immediately, a water practitioner came over to add water.

"Okay, that's enough." Xu Xiaoying shook the sprayer and handed it to the people who had been following her.

Soon, a strong smell of medicine filled the camp, and the pitcher plants began to look listless and listless.

"This medicine is quite effective!" Cui Fangwu asked in surprise, "Can you share the recipe?"

"Agent No. 51, with pesticides added for weed control." Xu Xiaoying smiled, "Nepenthes is also a plant."

Seeing Cui Fangwu eagerly looking at Xu Xiaoying's medicine, Xiaolin Mingzi motioned for her to go over, "Go ahead, it's not like I can't move."

Cui Fangwu was about to nod when Xu Xiaoying let out a short scream!

A black hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Xu Xiaoying's neck and lifted her up.