After taking the antidote again and trying several more over and over, Number One begged for mercy.
"Sir, I can't take any more... If you want to know which one it is, I'll just tell you."
Ming Disha said, "Weren't you very principled? Refusing to sell out the Tang Sect's secrets?"
"That's all just for fooling outsiders. Don't you know what I'm really like? Let's stop testing."
"But I'm afraid you'll lie to me!"
Number One cried, "Grandpa, a person can't take this many of the Tang Sect's poisons and antidotes in one day. If this keeps up... I'll be ruined. For the sake of this bond between grandfather and grandson, can you leave me a way to live?"
Ming Disha nodded. "All right."
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Ming Disha sealed his acupoints, but he did not seal his mute acupoint.
He pointed at him. "No talking nonsense, or you're still the one who eats it."
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I'm super obedient. When I was little, I was the best at listening to the teacher in martial arts class."
Ming Disha released Number Two's acupoints.
Number Two had not eaten any, but he had watched. He knew how ruthless and absurd this old man was.
He said directly, "Grandpa, I—"
"Shut up!"
Ming Disha barked, "Wrong generation! Call me great-grandpa."
Number Two froze, then turned his head and found Number One laughing.
Number Two looked at him. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"
Number One lowered his head, still unable to hold back his laughter. "I'm your dad."
Number Two really wanted to jump up and kick him, but his acupoints had been sealed so thoroughly that there was nothing he could do.
"Can you fucking act serious for once? This old man is using us to test drugs! There's