Chapter 852: No descendants
A poison I have never come into contact with?
How is that possible!
Zhao Shen has learned the true teachings of Zhao Wuji and knows almost all the known poisons in the world.
A poison that he doesn't know must be so unfathomable!
Zhao Wuji also hurried to check the direct descendants of the Zhao family, smeared a little white foam and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.
Then, he was horrified to find that he had never seen or heard of this kind of poison.
Ye Wudao sneered: "Don't work in vain."
"This is the poison I made with the Gu worm. Although you are proficient in poison, you don't understand Gu. I give you ten years and you can't develop an antidote."
"And ten years later, this group of people have already turned into bones!"
What!
Zhao Wuji's scalp tingled: "The combination of Gu and poison! How can you know Gu and poison at the same time!"
"Since ancient times, Gu and poison have been two extremes, never interacting with each other. There is no reason for you to study Gu and poison at the same time."
Ye Wudao: "That's just your short-sightedness."
"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense with you. If you continue to dawdle, these people will die!"
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth: "I order you to detoxify them now."
"Otherwise, even if I exhaust the power of the entire Zhao family, I will kill you!"
Ye Wudao smiled slightly: " Want me to detoxify them? Sure. "
He poured two glasses of wine,
He spilled one glass of wine on the ground and said, "Brother, come and drink, and watch with your own eyes how your former enemy died tragically."
Then, he picked up his chopsticks, rinsed them in another glass of wine, and handed them to Zhao Shen: "Drink this heartbreaking wine, and I will detoxify the direct line of the Zhao family."
"Sacrifice Zhao Shen to save the direct line of the Zhao family, or completely cut off the descendants of the Zhao family, choose for yourself!" WeNXuEmi.Cc
Understood,
Understood everything!
It turned out that the poison was all on the chopsticks, and all the dishes that Ye Wudao had eaten were poisoned by him.
Ye Wudao did not touch the dishes next to Zhao Wuji and Zhao Shen just now, so he did not poison them.
And the reason why he did not poison Zhao Shen was just to let Wu Yifan watch his former enemy being poisoned to death with his own eyes.
What a cruel heart, what a shrewd calculation!
Zhao Shen's face was sallow, and an ominous premonition emerged in his heart.
He looked at Zhao Wuji cautiously.
Zhao Wuji had long been in despair, looking at the direct descendant of the Zhao family lying on the ground, his face was tangled.
He knew that what Ye Wudao said was true,
he had no ability to detoxify the direct descendant of the Zhao family.
Even if Ye Wudao was really killed today, what would happen?
His Zhao family would be extinct.
Now, the only way to seek perfection is to sacrifice Zhao Shen and save the roots of the Zhao family.
He looked at Zhao Shen, his face full of reluctance and... guilt.
Zhao Shen smiled miserably.
He never thought that in the end he would be forced to death by his grandfather who loved him the most!
He took the wine glass handed by Ye Wudao with trembling hands and said, "I don't understand, I don't understand!"
"You obviously ate the food of my Zhao family, how can you not die!"
Tan Lang said, "Stupid, you didn't see this?"
"This is the Hundred Poison Powder that I spent 49 days to brew. I specially added the ingredient of Huanyang Grass to it, which can neutralize all poisons."
Ye Wudao really wanted to kick Tan Lang.
This is obviously the wine I brewed for the expedition, how can it become your masterpiece.
Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched: "Huanyang Grass, one of the ten rare and precious herbs, you actually use it to make wine!"
"Wasteland!"
Ye Wudao smiled bitterly, making wine is considered a waste of natural resources?
The villagers of Zhoujiazhuang feed the pigs with Huanyang Grass. If you knew it, you would be heartbroken.
Zhao Shen looked at the wine glass, then at Ye Wudao, and suddenly gritted his teeth and made an important decision!
