Xiao Linshuang was a medic, and not just any medic—she was one skilled in the use of poison. How could she be without something to protect herself?
Looking at the fierce appearance of these strong men, Xiao Linshuang smiled, reaching into her pouch on her waist and touched the dimethyltryptamine and itching powder she always kept on her. She waited for the men to get closer before planning to scatter it.
However, before she could stretch out her hand, the strong men had already started screaming loudly ahead of her.
Xiao Linshuang and her two servants looked at each other in bewilderment. They hadn't made a move yet, so why were these men already yelling?
Upon closer inspection, they noticed unexpectedly that several small broken porcelain bottles had appeared on the men's feet, containing a creamy substance as white as fresh milk slowly trickling out, causing Xiao Linshuang great distress.
"Ah! My Condensation Dew! My money!"
