The Sword Bone remained silent for a moment, suddenly dazed, the bone with the ominous face faltered.
Mouse?
Who?
Me?
"No, I'm just a guide, it's not related to me..."
It wanted to clarify.
But thinking of Mo Hua right by its side, this little ancestor hadn't spoken, so naturally, it dared not speak out of turn.
Most importantly, it glanced at its tall body, with the sharp bone swords and the sinister demonic qi, then looked at the side, at the tiny childlike figure of Mo Hua.
It felt that its clarification seemed utterly unconvincing.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, Mo Hua looked like the "guide."
And itself, without even looking, appeared to be the "Hidden Hand."
The Sword Bone only felt that a massive black pot had directly landed on its head.
Sure enough, all the monster cultivators' venomous gazes converged on it.
The Sword Bone's vision blackened.
Of course, it's a bone, its eye sockets are hollow, naturally black.
