Luo Zhuan shoved the pill into Hino Yujie's mouth. Just as he was about to pinch the other's jaw and force him to swallow, he discovered that the Truth-Telling Pill had vanished without a trace.
The bright-red pill dissolved the moment it entered his mouth, seemingly absorbed directly into the body through the oral mucosa.
At that moment, Zhang Guangmu and Jiang Ling happened to arrive on Basement Level One.
Luo Zhuan instinctively touched his wound and looked toward Jiang Ling.
That mad woman's surgical skills were excellent, but the quality of the medicines she refined in private was truly unreliable.
It was said that of all those who had taken Jiang Ling-brand pills, only their own group leader had survived. Everyone else had died horribly, as though they had endured unimaginable torture.
Thinking of this, Luo Zhuan looked at Zhang Guangmu with even greater admiration.
Speaking of which...
Jiang Ling's anesthetic took effect with astonishing speed, almost immediately, but its effective duration was bizarrely short. By now, Luo Zhuan could already feel a faint pain spreading from the wound that had been stitched shut.
If time had not been limited, Luo Zhuan truly would not have wanted to use the medicine Jiang Ling had given him. He might kill this captive before prying open Hino Yujie's mouth.
Suddenly, a scream jolted Luo Zhuan awake.
"Ah!"
Hino Yujie, whose limbs were restrained by shackles, let out a shrill scream. Sweat poured from his entire body. "It itches! Quick! Quick, give me the antidote!"
"I'm going to die! I can't take it, aah!"
At that moment, Hino Yujie felt as though every cell in his body was trembling, moaning, and crying out in agony.
It was as if countless fine hairs were writhing deep within his bone marrow.
Such torture made