After the old Taoist took the child away, he wandered erratically, laughing foolishly for three days, before finally stopping.
During these three days, the old Taoist's feet never paused; he neither slept nor rested. When hungry or thirsty, he simply pulled out hard, dry food and a dirty water bottle from his tattered clothes.
As for the little baby in his arms, hungry and thirsty without milk, he opened his mouth and cried loudly.
"Hey! Is the little thing hungry this time or does he dislike the stench of the old Taoist?"
Every time the baby cried, the old Taoist would bow his head and chuckle, while his filthy hands casually pulled out a black pill from his pocket and stuffed it into the baby's mouth.
As for what kind of medicine the pill was, poison or antidote, he didn't even bother to check.
From birth, Big Pimple had been dealing with medicine, eaten countless types, brewed innumerable ones, and could even swallow a bitter pill as if it were candy.
