The Poison was specially made for torture in the Blood Sect and giving too much can give even one a heart attack. But Huamu Ye was gonna die anyway so Han Yu doesn't care.
The effect was immediate.
Huamu Ye jerked violently, eyes snapping open wide. His pupils shrank, breath coming in rapid gasps. He tried to move but found himself bound. Confusion hit him first. Then fear.
Han Yu stepped aside and gestured lightly with his hand.
"Begin."
The moment he said it, something inside Qing Luan snapped.
She lunged forward with a speed that startled even Fen Dugong. Her fingers wrapped around a short dagger that Han Yu had placed beside the stretcher earlier intentionally. The blade was crude and small, but in her grip it became something venomous.
Huamu Ye's eyes widened.
"Wha… who… you… what are you doing?" he stuttered, voice trembling.
Qing Luan's lips curled into a thin, cold line.
"You are nothing," she whispered.
