Chapter 161: The grotesque change in Christian Weedy

Derrick glanced at Christian Weedy and was shaken by the sudden turn in his condition. The room reeked-a sharp, acrid stench clung to his throat. When the black smoke cleared, the cauldron stood unmoved, its lid knocked askew. Derrick leaned against the cauldron, his expression bewildered. Could that black aura really be the problem? "Say something!" Gwen Weedy whipped around and fixed him with a glare. "Didn't you say this cauldron was a prized tool for making medicine? What's happening to my...