450 Comfortable Till Death! (1/2)
Chapter 450: Comfortable Till Death!
Translator: Rain Editor: Chrissy
About this mysterious poison, Yin Yucheng had no confidence to deal with it at all!
Such poison would never care about whether he was No. 5 or No. 6. He would be killed mercilessly.
”What kind of poison is this? What on earth is it?” Yin Yucheng kept screaming, with his eyeballs popped up as he stared at Ye Xiao.
Ye Xiao blandly spoke, ”Look at you, how ignorant. You wouldn’t know it even if I told you. I don’t think I should waste my time to tell you!”
He talked in such a casual way, yet he had been quite nervous in fact.
He had talked a lot about local assassins, this and that… He talked a lot, not just for patriotism education… He talked so nobly, like he was so honorable, but in fact he was trying to buy more time. That was what he wanted!
Since he had that conversation with Zuo Wuji and anticipated the possibilities, he had been preparing things that he might need to use in the battlefield.
He knew he would never defeat such an amount of assassins by real fights. That was obvious.
He never planned to do it that way.
He couldn’t win in hard fights, but he had more crooked ways to kill these men.
He had been looking for some poisonous materials, grass, worms, and anything he could find that was enough to kill a lot of people. He used these materials to make a special poison. He had been working for so long till he successfully made one.
Those poisonous materials were all inside the Wood Space.
That poison fog was the result of his hard work. Well, it was one of the results!
Surely, he didn’t do that much to make the poison. He just parted the poisonous bits from those materials and then gathered them under the Egg’s butt. He just let the Egg, or the Spaces to make the poisonous dan beads!
He only gave it one prescription.
It would only be one kind of poisonous dan!
That was what he wanted—a poisonous dan that would explode into a mass of fog when he threw it out!
It wasn’t special in the Qing-Yun Realm.
It wasn’t used often, but experienced men would know about it. In fact, most people knew it.
It was called Comfortable Till Death!
A master poison maker, the Poison Sage, was famous for this kind of poison.
It had such a name because whoever was hit by this poison, he wouldn’t feel anything wrong. When he was poisoned, the poison would benumb his nerves. It would make the muscle rot, but wouldn’t give the man much feeling. He would just feel itchy. When he felt itchy, he had no other negative feelings. As he scratched it, he would feel extremely comfortable.
It would never stop being itchy. The man would have to scratch it on and on, enjoying the comfort from it!
The itch and the comfort would last until he killed himself, or when he couldn’t scratch himself anymore. Even when he died, he still looked comfortable…
He was comfortable till death!