In order to verify if these little flies indeed have the ability to make people fall asleep quickly, Jiang Xuan glanced around and then pulled the Wanderer over.
"No... don't..."
The Wanderer's eyes revealed a look of fear; he didn't want to inexplicably fall asleep again.
Jiang Xuan took out a big piece of dried beast meat and said, "If you're willing to try, I guarantee you won't die and you'll receive this salted dried beast meat."
"Salted?" The Wanderer's eyes widened at these words.
"That's right, salted."
As they say, people die for wealth, birds die for food. After receiving an affirmative reply, the Wanderer steeled his heart, stretched out his arm, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Go ahead!"
Jiang Xuan placed a live black fly on his arm.
The black fly, trapped in a woven bag and startled, sensed the warmth of the skin and stung fiercely along a skin pore, injecting toxin into the Wanderer's arm.
