"What kind of medicine is this?"
"Painkiller."
"Are there any side effects?"
"You'll die the first time you take it, after that, no more."
In the deepest, dirtiest cell of Xuanzhu County's Patrol Execution Guard underground prison, a middle-aged man lying like boneless mud on the ground stared at the small brown pill. His lips trembled: "Can anyone in my family survive?"
"Upon investigation, except for seven children under the age of ten with no criminal record, the rest will have to face the public trial." Mu Qingmei, arms crossed, looked down at him: "Those who must die will die, those who must live will eventually survive."
"We won't spare any criminal needing judgment for the sake of making a deal with you, nor will we threaten your family... This pill is the reward for you handing over the Lan family's craft."
