Chapter 229 (2/2)

“Poison? That’s not possible. I gave you the Shiquan Dabu pill, it’s the most powerful medicine out there. As long as you’re not dead, even the most serious injuries will recover. That might just be the medicine working!” Ye Lang shook his head, denying the possibility of poison.

“Really? Maybe it’s a sign of recovery?” The martial artist was apprehensive. He’d also heard of powerful pills having side effects that felt something like that.

However, after some time, he was very certain it wasn’t a medicine’s side effect!!

“Fuck! You traitor! My hands are turning black!! You said it was some medicine’s side effect but obviously you poisoned me!!” roared the martial artist in rage. Everyone could see his body slowly turning black. He was definitely poisoned.

“Hmm… How could it be…” Ye Lang was also confused. He took the bottle of pills out to read its label. “I did give you the Shiquan Dabu pill… Perhaps your body’s a little odd, or… Hmm… Wait, this is…”

Ye Lang stared at the bottle, stunned. The martial artist recognised the bottle as the one Ye Lang had taken the pill from.

“It’s black...”

“What? Stop talking nonsense and give me the antidote!! If I die, I’ll haunt you forever!!” shouted the man again, he was already lying on the ground.

“It’s not nonsense, Black Poison Pills is what it’s called. After consumption, the body turns black- the darker you become, the more the poison has penetrated your body. When you turn as black as coal, then that would mean you’ll be dying soon. Just like what’s happening to you now, you’ll turn into coal in about a minute…” explained Ye Lang as he examined the man’s hands.

“...” Everyone fell silent. They didn’t know what was going on at all. Ye Lang had just spent a hundred thousand gold coins to save this person, but he’d just (probably accidentally) poisoned him too.

“Give me the antidote!!” The martial artist was very direct. Unlike some people, who would first ask if there is an antidote, wait for an answer, then ask for it.

This way, he’d get the antidote if there is one. If there wasn’t, then well, nothing mattered.

“Here you go!” Ye Lang gave him another pill.

The martial artist swallowed the pill, then said, “I hope you’re right this time!”. He knew he might not even have the chance to swallow this pill if he spent more time asking questions.

“I am. Although there isn’t a specific antidote for Black Poison, this detoxification medicine will help you excrete most of the poison,” nodded Ye Lang.

The youth heaved a sigh, but very soon he realised he’d heaved the sigh a little too early.

He realised he was still as black, and there was a rumbling in his stomach…

“Does your antidote even work? I’m still black, and my stomach feels awful!!” grunted the youth.

“That’s very normal, you haven’t excreted the toxins yet. Go detox. And stay far away...” said Ye Lang, pinching his nose.

Pfft…

The youth farted. It smelled like toxic gas.

He pointed at Ye Lang, “You’re a bastard, I’ll remember you!!” Then, he ran far away to start his detoxification process.

“You don’t have to remember me. I’m just in a good mood today, you don’t have to repay my kindness!” shouted Ye Lang.

Repay his kindness? More like revenge!