After Le Yu said that, the carriage fell silent. The Youth looked puzzled, the young man hesitated slightly, while the gagged burly man glanced at Le Yu.
Le Yu had decided to wait and see what happened, so he obediently sat inside with his eyes closed, resting. The young man no longer chatted with the mysterious Le Yu, instead continuously soothing and encouraging the crying Youth, trying to calm him down.
The carriage continued rocking forward. Suddenly, a hole bulged out from the front of the carriage, and wisps of pink smoke sprayed through it, carrying a faint almond scent. Le Yu frowned deeply, and the young man's expression also turned ugly. "Hold your breath. That's Cartilage Softening Powder made into a fog."
Cartilage Softening Powder in fog form was nearly useless anywhere else. Anyone who smelled something wrong would run, and air circulation would easily disperse it. The miraculous stuff from martial arts dramas, where a wisp of smoke could make sleeping people burn with desire and have their internal organs combust, simply didn't exist. As the saying went, discussing toxicity without discussing dosage was just being a scoundrel. In small doses, Cartilage Softening Powder could even be used as a sleeping pill, and it had little effect unless directly ingested.
But the carriage was completely sealed, with no airflow at all. Le Yu could even smell the burly man's saliva through his gag, let alone the pink smoke that was nearly filling the entire carriage.
Le Yu had been wondering how the slave traders would control them next. After all, they had already suffered a loss, so they couldn't possibly eat anything the slave traders gave them. He hadn't expected them to be so crude—if you had the guts not to eat or drink, then have the guts