In the backyard of the inn, Gu Qinghan carried a bamboo basket. Inside the basket, a small black and white beast carried a bundle of jerky, shaking left and right with the same frequency like two seventy or eighty-year-old men suffering from a cold, then they sneezed hard on the steps.
He felt a bit dazed.
Caught a cold.
As a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist, he couldn't even remember the last time he got sick. With all channels clear, even deadly poisons couldn't affect him. Yet this time, he merely lingered at the door and caught such a severe cold.
Actually, he already had a suspicion in his heart that Lv Yingbo's means were not just about poisoning.
That woman likely had ways to induce latent illnesses in a martial artist's body and exert influence. This was even more silent and terrifying than poison. At least poison could be contained with Detoxification Pills to maintain strength for a short time.
Catching a cold?
