Chapter 382

"Younger martial brother, look if it's this bottle." Zhuqing handed over a small bottle.

Lin Yi opened it and smelled it. His eyebrows frowned tightly: "it smells like it."

"Like, is that yes or no?" Things that save people's lives can't be said to be like or not. It has to be determined.

"It should be." Lin Yi glanced at the bottle with a little doubt. He felt a little annoyed for no reason. He glanced at the beaten little prince Xi Chui. He kicked it up, grabbed the little prince's collar and asked, "is this the antidote?"

This action was done by Zhu Qing. It must be vicious and full of Qi. But Lin Yi was used to being gentle on weekdays. At this time, even if he made such a domineering side leakage, he looked a bit "milk fierce" because of the lack of corresponding Qi field. It was not terrible, but it made people feel lovely and distressed.

In particular, his hands must maintain their acuity to feel the pulse, so his hands have been maintained very well, with clear bony joints and delicate and slender. From that point of view, they are perfect hands, which are almost carved with white jade and pleasing to the eyes.

The prince looked at his hand for a while and said painfully, "the clothes are dirty. Don't dirty your hands..."

He was so bold that he dared to touch Lin Yi's hand.

He felt it carefully, as if afraid of pain.

Lin Yi just felt like a cold little snake spitting a letter across the back of his hand. He was so frightened that he shivered and shrunk back. He sat down on the ground like touching something dirty. He rubbed his clothes and scolded fiercely: "are you sick!"

"Childe, I didn't mean to..."

Whoosh——

A bamboo pole stood in front of him and put it on his neck: "is this antidote true?"

The little prince was also interested and nodded: "it's true, it's true."

Lin Yi was annoyed and wanted to break his hand. He looked at the Lord still staring at his hand. He became more and more angry. He took out a bottle from his sleeve. It was something he had found from the man in black. He stuffed it into the Lord's mouth regardless of the number of thirty-seven and twenty-one.

"If it's a real antidote, just try it."

The prince was a good man. He had never suffered such pain. He covered his stomach and cried out with pain in two seconds. He scratched everywhere and his arms were skinned. He really looked like an epidemic disease.

Lin Yi put on a handkerchief, gave him a pulse and determined the pulse. Then he took out the antidote and stuffed one for him.

Indeed, after eating it, he really solved the poison. There is no doubt that this is the antidote.

Lin Yi is angry and asks Zhuqing to teach him a lesson. This time, he can't even lift his arms.

He squatted in front of the little prince who was beyond recognition: "I ask you, I clearly prepared an antidote, but why did the poisoning not alleviate, but worsen repeatedly?"

The prince was trembling and couldn't even speak clearly.

Zhu Qing glanced at him, and the king hurriedly said, "yes... That's because I sent people to put different poisons. Today, I put this kind of poison, tomorrow is that kind of poison. All kinds of poisons are different and complement each other. Of course you can't cure it."

No wonder he felt poisoned when he first felt his pulse. Then he felt his pulse again. His pulse changed again. Then every other day, his pulse changed. It felt very strange.

"Since your people have been mixed in the general's house, why don't you just poison the people in the city?"

"What I put down was highly toxic..."

Zhuqing looked cold, and the king hurriedly covered his mouth.

"What poison did you put in?"

The LORD looked at Zhuqing and was too scared to speak. He was afraid that if he said something, Zhuqing would kill him.

"Say!" Bamboo green whispered threat.

"Yes... It's death!" The Lord shivered and said, "don't kill me. I'm also ordered to do things. Although I'm a lord, I'm actually a puppet. Have you ever seen a lord go to the battlefield? I'm redundant in our country. They want me to die. Killing me won't do you any good."

Zhuqing rolled her eyes. She had never seen such a spineless prince.

"Death scattered!" Lin Yi thought for a moment and nodded slowly: "yes, the first few people who died died were all killed by highly toxic drugs. I checked that it was indeed death powder, but death powder won't make their skin fester. What else have you poisoned?"

"They give all the poison. I'll give whatever they give."

Lin Yi winked at Zhu Qing.

Zhuqing covered the Lord's mouth and nose, waved a bamboo knot and suddenly pierced his palm: "answer the question honestly, or I'll let you taste the taste of death powder."

The prince's face was purple. He wanted to cry, but he covered his mouth and nose. He couldn't cry out. He could only make a continuous whine. Finally, he was in a cold sweat, like an inflated balloon, slowly deflated.

Zhu Qing let go of his mouth and nose: "what poison did you put down?"

"It's the poison given by Beijiang. I don't know the specific name. She let me sprinkle it in the air and float into the city. The skin of those who come into contact will fester." The prince looked at his palm with a hole and cried with trembling.

"Poison from Beijiang?"

"Yes, she gave the poison later. It seems that she deliberately didn't let you die. She just played with you cats and mice."

"Why did he do that?"

"I don't know. She's a pervert." The Lord couldn't even cry. He asked him to poison them early. Where would he need to suffer such a crime.

Lin Yi thought, "how much did you lose your life?"

The prince was silent and wanted to bury his head in the ground.

"Say!" Zhuqing grabbed the bamboo pole.

The prince trembled: "not much. They didn't give much. At most, they poisoned half the people in the city."

Listen to him, it seems that he poisoned all the people in the border town?

Lin Yi touched his chin and thought, "will your poison be different later?"

"Yes, but I swear I didn't do anything else except for the death powder. It was all their poison and they did it."

Lin Yi nodded and winked at Zhu Qing.

"I told you everything I know. Don't kill me. I'm really an unpopular prince. I'm the most useless. Please don't kill me..."

Zhuqing grabbed the bamboo pole and pulled it. With a wave of his hand, the bamboo pole crossed the prince's neck. A hole was immediately opened in his neck. His body was shocked and his eyes widened. He died in peace.

"It's useless. Why do you keep it?"

Lin Yi frowned and said, "it's not the same person who poisoned. We have to go back and inform Mu Yi'an."

"Go."