Little Xin (1)
â??â The young martial artist was still fighting to kill but very soon realised the robbers had suddenly stopped. He could finally catch his breath.
He was almost dead himself. If theyâd carried on, he would probably meet the god of death in a few more minutes!
Huff⊠Huff⊠The young martial artist was panting to recover.
âYou said a hundred thousand gold coins?â A very high-position person appeared among the robbers before Ye Lang.
âThatâs right. A hundred thousand gold coins. If you think itâs too little, Iâll throw in more!â said Ye Lang cheerfully.
âMore?â
It was chaos. Everyone was talking among themselves. A hundred thousand! They couldnât even imagine having riches of this scale.
Spending so much effort to rob one person didnât earn them more than a thousand- and they couldnât rob every day either.
Although there were passersby every day, most of them had already been robbed by other robbers so they either had no money on them or were an extremely powerful group of people whom their team couldnât defeat.
That was why a hundred thousand was equivalent to a few yearsâ time of robbing. And also a few years of good luck.
Of course they wanted it!
âCome, eat some medicine. Donât die or I wouldâve spent my money for nothing!â Ye Lang walked to the youthâs side, tossing a pill while examining him.
This young martial artist was wearing tattered clothes- and they were bloody- he must have been a poor man!
Ye Lang drew this conclusion, though heâd forgotten that this person had just gone through a full-blown fight and he didnât always look like this.
However, Ye Lang didnât care much about it. A rich prince or a poor man- he wouldâve still saved the martial artist because he was in a good mood and wanted to squander some money in exchange for this personâs safety.
ââŠâ The youth stared at the pill, hesitating. He didnât want it.
He had to be cautious. The young martial artist didnât know who Ye Lang was- what if he wanted to harm him? Therefore, he shouldnât take the pill.
âWhat are you waiting for? Or are you saving it? Itâll be fine. This medicine might be very precious to other people but itâs not even worth talking about to me. Swallow. Hurry up,â said Ye Lang casually. He thought the youth didnât want to eat because the medicine was too rare and precious.
âUhâŠâ He hesitated again, then swallowed the pill.
If Ye Lang wanted to harm him, then why would he waste his time? If Ye Lang hadnât stopped the fight, he wouldâve died anyway. He was no longer afraid, so he swallowed the pill.
Very soon, he realised his decision was⊠Wrong!!
âThis medicine⊠Is poisonousâŠâ
He felt like a fire was starting to burn within his body, and everywhere started to hurt. He started to scold Ye Lang, pointing at him. He mustâve been poisoned!
âPoison? Thatâs not possible. I gave you the Shiquan Dabu pill, itâs the most powerful medicine out there. As long as youâre not dead, even the most serious injuries will recover. That might just be the medicine working!â Ye Lang shook his head, denying the possibility of poison.
âReally? Maybe itâs a sign of recovery?â The martial artist was apprehensive. Heâd also heard of powerful pills having side effects that felt something like that.
However, after some time, he was very certain it wasnât a medicineâs side effect!!
âFuck! You traitor! My hands are turning black!! You said it was some medicineâs side effect but obviously you poisoned me!!â roared the martial artist in rage. Everyone could see his body slowly turning black. He was definitely poisoned.
âHmm⊠How could it beâŠâ Ye Lang was also confused. He took the bottle of pills out to read its label. âI did give you the Shiquan Dabu pill⊠Perhaps your bodyâs a little odd, or⊠Hmm⊠Wait, this isâŠâ
Ye Lang stared at the bottle, stunned. The martial artist recognised the bottle as the one Ye Lang had taken the pill from.
âItâs blackâŠâ
âWhat? Stop talking nonsense and give me the antidote!! If I die, Iâll haunt you forever!!â shouted the man again, he was already lying on the ground.
âItâs not nonsense, Black Poison Pills is what itâs called. After consumption, the body turns black- the darker you become, the more the poison has penetrated your body. When you turn as black as coal, then that would mean youâll be dying soon. Just like whatâs happening to you now, youâll turn into coal in about a minuteâŠâ explained Ye Lang as he examined the manâs hands.
ââŠâ Everyone fell silent. They didnât know what was going on at all. Ye Lang had just spent a hundred thousand gold coins to save this person, but heâd just (probably accidentally) poisoned him too.
âGive me the antidote!!â The martial artist was very direct. Unlike some people, who would first ask if there is an antidote, wait for an answer, then ask for it.
This way, heâd get the antidote if there is one. If there wasnât, then well, nothing mattered.
âHere you go!â Ye Lang gave him another pill.
The martial artist swallowed the pill, then said, âI hope youâre right this time!â. He knew he might not even have the chance to swallow this pill if he spent more time asking questions.
âI am. Although there isnât a specific antidote for Black Poison, this detoxification medicine will help you excrete most of the poison,â nodded Ye Lang.
The youth heaved a sigh, but very soon he realised heâd heaved the sigh a little too early.
He realised he was still as black, and there was a rumbling in his stomachâŠ
âDoes your antidote even work? Iâm still black, and my stomach feels awful!!â grunted the youth.
âThatâs very normal, you havenât excreted the toxins yet. Go detox. And stay far awayâŠâ said Ye Lang, pinching his nose.
PfftâŠ
The youth farted. It smelled like toxic gas.
He pointed at Ye Lang, âYouâre a bastard, Iâll remember you!!â Then, he ran far away to start his detoxification process.
âYou donât have to remember me. Iâm just in a good mood today, you donât have to repay my kindness!â shouted Ye Lang.
Repay his kindness? More like revenge!