Top-Tier Red-Clothed

The blood threads in the water cup were few, amounting to roughly one-fifth of what the White Cat had swallowed earlier.

Upon swallowing the blood threads, a sharp pain struck. Scissors collapsed to the floor, clutching his head. Ghostly faces screaming in agony flickered within his eyes, and his facial expressions shifted constantly, mirroring the ghoulish visages trapped in his gaze.

Unable to endure the torment, Scissors clawed deep bloody furrows into his own skin. Even more terrifying was that beneath the newly opened wounds, thin, thread-like blood filaments, resembling swimming fish, began to squirm.

The excruciating pain lasted for a full ten minutes. Scissors was drenched in sweat, but once the agony subsided, he gritted his teeth and hauled himself up from the floor.

Blood continued to seep from the wounds on his face, trailing down his cheeks and staining his collar, lending Scissors a strange, haunting aura.

"I'm still alive!"

With his body back under his control, Scissors stood up, proving that the blood threads were indeed the true antidote.

He clenched his fists, slowly released them, and walked back to Chen Ge. "Thank you."

"I did nothing; everything was your own choice." Chen Ge finished speaking and looked toward the other two passengers. The Doctor shook his head and set down the gray-black water cup, his face etched with a hint of apology.

The Drunkard seemed to fear the pain and hesitated over whether to drink, but eventually, encouraged by Scissors, he downed the blood threads in one gulp.

"Keep an eye on him; I'm going to have a chat with the Innkeeper." Chen Ge picked up the cup containing the gray-black sediment and walked over to the Innkeeper, twisting off the lid. "This is poison, isn't it?"

"This is an antidote too! I didn't lie to