What will be the consequences, have you thought about it. Your Zi family will be wiped out because of you! ”

"It won't be revealed."

The corners of Zi Mucheng's lips twitched a trace of arc, "You, have you noticed that there have been any changes in your body, huh?" ”

Taihong was taken aback.

As an alchemist, he is extremely sensitive to the body and medicines.

Just now, he mistakenly thought that Zi Laosan was Nancheng, and he didn't have any precautions, so he drank Zi Laosan's medicine, could it be that it was poisonous?

He subconsciously stretched out his fingers and pressed the junction between the lower third of his navel and the external pubic symphysis, and a sharp dull pain came over him, making him gasp.

"You've poisoned the medicine!" A tone of affirmation.

He tested a few more acupuncture points with his hands, and the more he tried it, the more painful it became.

After pressing it for a round, it was already a cold sweat, and the pain was unbearable, and even the breathing was painful.

"What kind of poison is it?"

What made him even more shocked was that with his decades of experience in researching medicinal materials, he couldn't even detect what kind of poison it was.

Otherwise, he can also prescribe the right medicine, not to mention immediately unraveling the toxicity, but also alleviating the toxicity.

Zi Mucheng replied, "I don't know." ”

Taihong was anxious and angry: "The poison was caused by you, how could you not know?!" ”

Zi Mucheng looked helpless: "I really don't know." ”

He doesn't know anything about poison.

And this bowl of medicine was given to him by Mo Yan.

What kind of poison was put in it, and who made the poison, it is estimated that only Mo Yan knows.

Happen.

This urgency, as soon as he was angry, provoked his heart, and even the toxicity was completely stimulated.

In the next moment, Taihong's skin began to redden, and then it turned purple red, festering, and the skin peeled off piece by piece, dripping with blood.

First the skin, then the superficial fat layer under the skin, then the muscle layer.

For people like Tan Taihong, who have been cultivating all year round, the fat layer is relatively thin, but the muscle layer is relatively thick, with blood vessels and fascia, falling layer by layer, bundle by bundle.

It's only been a few minutes.

He had already lost blood and flesh, and he could see the bones of Mori Bai.

The pain was incomparable.

It was as if there were countless knives cutting flesh down on his body one by one, and the feeling was extremely real, and the pain was extremely clear, making him feel so painful that he let out an extremely terrible wail.

"Ahhh

"Hurry up, give me the antidote!"

"No, kill me, kill me directly, I beg you!"

At first, he still had a commanding tone, asking for an antidote, but later, he was really tormented by the poison, and even the last trace of dignity was thrown away, and he rolled from the bed to the ground, rolling in pain, and prostrate at Zi Mucheng's feet begging for mercy.

Zi Mucheng looked at this scene.

It feels familiar.

This poison ......

He seems to have seen it somewhere......

After thinking about it carefully, Zi Mucheng suddenly realized - isn't this the poison given by Qian Mo when he interrogated Ziping? insisted on using this cruel poison to torture Ziping so much that he couldn't bear to live, and he recruited everything.

In other words, the poison was made by Qianmo.

What Mo Yan gave him was Qianmo's poison.

This poison also has a cow place, that is, it will not damage people's hearts, and you will never be able to die, you can only be tortured.

If too much meat has fallen and only bones remain, then at most an hour, the meat will grow back again.