Handling It Alone

With his last bit of consciousness, the thick-browed man gritted his teeth and said, "No, you're not allowed—"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes closed. It was unknown if he was dead or unconscious.

Chi Tu held the other bottles in his hand and looked at the others.

"Who should we test next?"

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Chi Tu.

Devil! He was simply a devil!

He looked like a human, but why was his heart so black?!

Finally, someone who looked like he was scared out of his wits said with a trembling voice, "I… I'll talk. Yellow color. The one with the yellow lid is the antidote…"

He had a pair of slender eyes. At this moment, they were narrowed into slits because of fear.

Chi Tu raised his eyebrows. "Oh, then which ones are poison?"

Slender eyes: "The ones with blue dots at the mouth of the bottle."