"Here, this is the antidote. Give it to those who were accidentally hit by the Itch Powder. You don't need to worry about the rest." As he spoke, Huo Hai handed a bottle to Lin Ying. Lin Ying nodded. She never discounted a single word her master said.
After living together for a year, Huo Hai, as their master, had become the two children's closest person. He could even be compared to their deceased parents. To them, Huo Hai was both their master and a father.
"My lord, spare us! Help us get rid of this! We'll never dare do it again!" The people sprawled on the ground struggled without end. Even after scratching their skin open, they could not stop the itching. A few of them even crawled toward Lin Ying, but they moved painfully slowly. At that speed, there was no way they could catch her.
Huo Hai sneered. "Didn't you say someone had taken a fancy to this Blood-red Grass? Then let him come. The Itch Powder will last for one day at most. After a day, you'll recover." Huo Hai paid them no attention at all.
Nearby, several onlookers who had just been hit by the powder had already taken the antidote. Once they recovered, every one of them looked at Huo Hai with fear in their eyes. Though the Itch Powder could not poison anyone to death, it was even more unbearable than poison.
Huo Hai knew that people's ability to endure pain far exceeded their own imagination. But when it came to itching, they had almost no tolerance at all. If someone itched without respite, that feeling was no less terrible than any torture. "Let's go back. There's nothing worth seeing here." Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Huo Hai turned and left.