"No curse, no poison, no ambush. What's going on?"
Mo Xingjian anxiously scratched his head.
Yan Xiaohu couldn't help but say, "Master, if this continues, Fourth Brother will really die."
Mo Xingjian was panicked at this moment. "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Yan Xiaohu furrowed his brow, suddenly thought of something, and abruptly pulled out a dagger, cutting Zhou Qing's thumb.
Under Mo Xingjian's puzzled gaze, blood immediately flowed out.
But it was the normal kind of bleeding from a cut, not like now where the blood was spurting out.
It even soon coagulated, no longer flowing.
Yan Xiaohu was full of excitement. "I knew it! Looks like my guess was right. Master, look!"
Mo Xingjian took a closer look and seemed to understand something.
He picked up the dagger and cut each of Zhou Qing's other fingers in turn.
Each bled but soon stopped on its own.
"Master, it seems the problem is with this index finger. It must be poisoned with something unknown to us!"