After listening for a while longer, and finding that the people in the room could no longer provide any useful information.
Zhao Ya reached out quietly, extending his hand to a corner of the window.
As the weather was hot, a gap was opened in the window for ventilation.
Holding some medicinal powder in his hand, Zhao Ya let it drift into the room through the gap.
Then, Zhao Ya counted silently in his heart.
One, two, three...
When he counted to seventeen, he heard a terrified shout coming from the room.
"What's going on? Why is my whole body numb?"
"Me too!"
"This is bad, someone poisoned us."
Amidst the chaos, there was the sound of chairs being kicked and dragged, indicating that someone was trying to get up and escape.
Soon followed by the thumping sounds of bodies hitting the ground, and then the room fell into a deathly silence.
