"Senior Jian..."
Pu Yanlan looked at Jian Zhongren, whose face was covered in blood, retreating repeatedly before slamming into a jade bed and said,
"It seems... you're not very skilled, huh? Can't even tell real from fake, can you?"
Jian Zhongren, a ruthless character himself, gritted his teeth and reached out to pull the shards from his face, blood gushing forth, but he didn't care, his eyes filled with venomous hatred toward Pu Yanlan,
"How are you not poisoned?"
Pu Yanlan replied nonchalantly,
"You mentioned earlier that I'm an expert in Alchemy and Poison Identification, naturally with a keen nose. Every corpse here carries the same scent, a scent that is neither the stench of death nor something a living person would have. It must be your handiwork..."
At this point, she chuckled and continued,
