He had never even heard of a poison that caused such unbearable pain and itching upon contact, as if hundreds of insects were crawling around inside the body, gnawing at their bones.
Thinking that the powder had entered their bodies through their skin, he immediately had someone bring over a basin of water and wash his wife and son's faces, necks, hands, and feet.
Unexpectedly, the moment the water touched them, his wife and son cried out even more miserably.
The others, who had originally intended to fetch water and wash the villagers lying on the ground, froze and no longer dared to pour water over them.
He Jianjun's expression turned utterly grim. He took a deep breath, then turned to face Su Qiao, who had already slid down from the tree. "What exactly did you do?"
Su Qiao glanced at the six or seven people on the ground, shrugged, and said lightly, "Don't worry, they won't die. The pain will naturally go away after two or three days, but..."
Su Qiao looked at the village chief's wife and son, He Yongqiang, and suddenly revealed a strange, malicious smile. "However, this medicine has one characteristic: it can't come into contact with water."
"Once it touches water, the pain and itching will become even worse. It will hurt as if something is gnawing at your bones. Some people can't endure that kind of pain and ultimately choose suicide."
"You...?" Looking at his wife and son screaming even more loudly, He Jianjun wished he could tear Su Qiao apart with his bare hands.
That damned girl had done it on purpose. She had deliberately failed to warn them.
Su Qiao curled the corners of her lips and raised her brows. "Actually, it's nothing serious. It's like someone suffering from drug addiction. As