"This..."
'I have a grudge against Junior Brother Bai? When did I ever offend him?'
This was the first thought of the disciple who had just swallowed the Pill.
But on second thought, he felt it was impossible. After all, he had always gotten along well with others.
With this thought in mind, the disciple's consciousness faded into darkness.
"Junior Brother!"
"Junior Brother Jin!!"
A crowd of people swarmed forward, rushing to support the disciple who was about to collapse.
The moment they touched him, however, they felt something was wrong. His flesh felt like soft mud, a truly unsettling sensation.
Someone pulled their hand back as if struck by lightning.
"Pill poison has entered his body! He's a goner!"
Qin Zheng, however, wore a serious expression. He looked down at the arm that had fallen to the ground and saw that at the stump, torn sinew and bone, new flesh was actually squirming.
"We were hired for a great price. It makes no sense for us to be set up."
