671, Gardener

Those fine black threads, like living creatures, emanated from the Antique Clock; as soon as they emerged, they spread towards Du Wei like bloodthirsty sharks sensing the scent of blood.

"Why is this happening?"

Du Wei frowned, retreating while extending his left hand; his new ability was quite bizarre.

Aside from Demon Gods, he could shake hands and make friends with anyone, whether they had hands or not.

All he needed was a touch, and everything would be peaceful.

Of course, once he let go, the other party would not rest until he was killed.

It was an awkward ability, even harder to use than the Mark; it was like stepping on a pressure mine – nothing happens unless released, but once you let go, boom.

But there was no way these strange black threads could kill him.

Having left Ryan's Inner World, his strength had long since recovered, and compared with the current Matthew, his power should not be much different.

As the fine black threads approached him.