Poison (3)
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Mo Qian Yuan obeyed, and cautiously approached the stone table. Seeing the frown deepen on Jun Wu Xie, he gulped, quietly.
"Sit." Jun Wu Xie commanded.
Mo Qian Yuan obediently sat.
"Hand."
Every single worded command Jun Wu Xie gave, was carried out without protest. Just as Jun Wu Xie was to take his pulse, Long Qi shot into the courtyard, his expression anxious.
"Young Miss!" Long Qi slid to a stop on one knee.
"What happened?" Jun Wu Xie's sensitive nose picked up another trace of blood coming from Long Qi. It was very slight, unlike the acrid stench from Mo Qian Yuan, this seemed to have caught on Long Qi 's clothes from the air and not from direct contact.
"Trouble." Long Qi replied simply.
Within a day, there had been fifty instances of strange bodily explosions. The locations of the explosions had been myriad, but the way they looked before they died were a match to Mo Qian Yuan's description.