Chu Zhiyuan turned his head to look at Fu Zheng, his lips moved.
Fu Zheng nodded slightly.
Fan Yaohui looked at him, puzzled.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "First, let's find the person who poisoned us."
Fan Yaohui became even more puzzled.
The person who poisoned might have long since escaped, how can they be found?
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "In this world, how many such rare poisons are there?"
Fan Yaohui seemed thoughtful.
At this moment, his face was getting darker and darker, turning from a light black to pitch black, even with a glossy sheen.
It was as if it was coated in black lacquer, with only his eyes remaining white.
But his eyeballs were starting to show black threads, which were rapidly spreading.
Fu Zheng had already stood and gracefully left.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Don't operate your martial arts, otherwise, Miss Fan won't be able to save you in time."
Fan Yaohui nodded helplessly.
