The rain of blood, a ghastly green, enveloped the surroundings like a fog.
The grass on the ground, which had previously escaped the withering due to its peculiar location, instantly turned to deathly silence.
This scene left even Gentle wide-eyed in astonishment, not to mention Chu Qing was also somewhat surprised.
"This person's whole body seems to be filled with poison..."
As Chu Qing spoke, he glanced at his own hands.
To deal with the deceitful poison, he had put on the silk gloves beforehand.
Now looking at his hands, he indeed noticed a hint of green on the tips of his fingers.
But with a flick of Chu Qing's hand, the green fell to the ground with a sizzling sound.
Yet his hands remained unscathed.
Removing and tidying the silk gloves, Chu Qing surveyed the shabby house.
The room appeared rather simple, and the space was not large.
Besides the table, chairs, and stools, there was a box on the table.
