Chapter 402 Nailed It

• After he finished, Feng Qingtang suddenly looked like it all clicked. “No wonder! No wonder his teeth…”
• Thinking back, Feng Qingtang still felt a chill crawl up his spine. Master Wang’s razor-sharp fangs and that bloody maw looked like they could snap his neck. If Leon White hadn’t rushed in when he did, he figured he’d have been sucked dry.
• The reason Zhang Guangde could so easily tell Master Wang was practicing black arts was mainly because the man had devoured the vital energy of many people. The field he gave off was nothing like a normal person’s.