One of the tied-up men slowed as he looked up and sized up the residence carefully.
The person behind him pushed him immediately. He paused for a moment before quickening his pace to catch up to the people in front.
Soon, they arrived at a large room. Many people were lying on the ground.
Some laid motionless with their eyes closed, barely breathing, while others could not help but wail and roll on the ground.
However, everyone had one thing in common—darkened skin. They had clearly been poisoned.
The men in black pushed them into the room before walking around the room dutifully.
“These two are not breathing. Drag them away.”
They dragged the two dead people out.
“Damn it!”
One of the people who had just entered watched the two dead people being dragged away, a ferocious glint in his eyes.
He thought that these people would not die yet. But they were poisoned to death within a day of arriving here, right?
This is atrocious! I must inform the Chief to bring people here to wipe out this place!
Anger burned in his heart, and his hands moved swiftly. The rope around his hands fell to the ground with a few twists.
He lifted his hand and removed the cloth from his mouth.
The other young men who had just been captured saw him and whimpered, “Mmph, mmph!”
“Shut up!” The man glanced at them sternly and hissed. “Make all the noise you want, if you want to alert the people outside!”
The men fell silent immediately, but they still looked at him with hope.
“Wait here. I’ll come and save you soon,” the man said and walked towards the door.
Perhaps because there were only commoners locked up here, and many were about to die, there were no guards outside.
However, a few men in black patrolled the courtyard from time to time.
The man stayed in the room for a while before opening the door and slipping away. He tiptoed and leaped onto the roof.
His martial arts abilities were among the best in the 18 Stockaded Villages. He was sent here because of his lightness skill. If he escaped, no one could catch up with him.
Of course, he was not leaving so soon. Instead, he walked around the roof.
…
In another room, there was a long table with a medicinal cauldron in the middle.
Many bottles and jars sat on both sides, as well as many unknown medicinal herbs.
“Damn it, why is this thing so difficult?”
A disheveled man with an indistinguishable appearance smashed the porcelain bottle in his hand and cursed in front of the long table.
He had developed the poison in large quantities, but he did not have the antidote.
If someone wanted to kill him by feeding him the poison, he would die at his own hands.
Hence, he had been developing the antidote for many days.
However, no matter how much he worked on it, there was no progress.
