After Chen Mo took out the Detoxification Pill, a faint fragrance spread through the air. Its Pill Halo was clearly visible, and under the moonlight, it somehow looked smooth and perfectly rounded.
The Martial Artist's eyes flickered again, and a trace of relief appeared on his face. But that relief amounted to only a little bit.
Naturally, he knew his own things best. He had never tested the poison needle's effects on himself, but he had tested it on plenty of others.
So when he saw Chen Mo take out a Detoxification Pill, he naturally felt a measure of relief.
Of course, the Martial Artist did not know whether the Detoxification Pill would work, so while he felt relieved, it was only a little bit.
Still, even a little hope was hope. Though he no longer had any strength in his body, he struggled to speak. "Give me the Detoxification Pill. Otherwise, if I die, you won't be able to ask me anything."
"Oh? Looks like you understand what I'm thinking. But don't be so anxious. I have some confidence in this Detoxification Pill. Besides, if I don't test it, then what if I get poisoned next time? I won't even have the confidence to take it." Chen Mo spoke teasingly.
"Quick! Give me the Detoxification Pill! If you don't give it to me now, there'll be no time! Sob...!"
The Martial Artist looked to be in his forties, yet he suddenly began to cry. Chen Mo was rather taken aback. He had not expected such a grown man to start weeping.
At that moment, the Martial Artist's face had begun to turn bluish, while his lips were visibly paling. These were all symptoms of poisoning.
Chen Mo chuckled and placed his palm on the Martial Artist's chest. Through the