Seeing Lan Fenghuang humbly seek guidance, Ouyang Feng explained, "The more poisonous a toxin is, the better. What matters is balance. Different purposes naturally require different properties. The venom of my strange snakes is by no means inferior to your Golden Silkworm Gu Poison, but simply poisoning a few people to death is meaningless. It would be better to weaken the venom so that these people go mad from poisoning without dying immediately. Then they will spread the poison to their other companions for me, naturally achieving the goal of wiping them all out."
Zhou Zhiruo, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Just one drop of snake venom, diluted so many times—how could it still poison so many people to death?"
Ouyang Feng smiled. "My poison has a particular trait: once it comes into contact with blood, it turns all the blood into fresh poison. An adult man has at least seven or eight jin of blood in his body—that becomes seven or eight jin of poison. When it infects another person, there will be another seven or eight jin of poison. How could there possibly not be enough?"
Song Qingshu sighed. "So this is the legendary Poison Spreading Myriad Ways." Secretly, he was glad Ouyang Feng had not lived in a technologically advanced future era. Otherwise, with technology and his understanding of poisons, he could have created something like the zombie viruses from science-fiction movies in minutes.
Lan Fenghuang's face was also full of admiration. "Senior, your method of administering poison is truly exquisite beyond compare."
Ouyang Feng seemed to recall something, and his expression turned wistful. "Actually, I drew inspiration from an old incident many years ago..." Yet he did not continue. Everyone seemed to glimpse something glistening in his eyes, and they were all taken aback.
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