Diving (2)

"The smell is too strong."

Mu Nanxi covered her nose and walked away.

Xu Qi 'an tilted the small Jade bottle, and the viscous black liquid slowly poured out and dripped into the jar.

In an instant, the grass in the pestle was dyed a deep blue-black color. Just by looking at the color, one could associate it with poison.

Next, he placed the mortar and pestle on the small charcoal stove and used Wen fire to roast it until it was slightly dry. Then, he stopped.

The next thing to do was to roll them into small pills and take one every day.

The ancient corpse's poison was too violent. With the poison Gu's current level, it couldn't withstand too much poison in one go, or it would be poisoned to death.

After the small pills were rolled up, Xu Qi 'an placed them on the table one by one and let them dry naturally.

The air was filled with poison. If it was an ordinary person, they would have died from the poison in less than a cup of tea's time.