"Ooh...not bad, not bad at all. The meat is cooked to tender, fragrant perfection, and with the Death Powder piercing through the heart and shredding the bones. Truly flavorful, worth a great celebration with a 'Da Bai'!"
Zhao Linsong stood by, wearing a smile as he watched Medicine Master relishing the meal.
But when he heard the words 'Death Powder,' his complexion changed instantly, and sweat poured down like rain.
With a thump, he fell to his knees.
"Medicine Master, I'm innocent! I definitely didn't add the Death Powder. Right, someone must be framing me!" Zhao Linsong was in a panic, making an exceedingly anxious defense.
Thump!
The gray-robed old man...
Um, Zhao Sheng spat out a duck bone with a 'thump,' revealing a trace of a sinister and frightening smile on his face. He pointed a finger and a jet of water shot out, penetrating Zhao Linsong's chest.
Ahh!
