The harvest was mediocre.
Not everyone is as wealthy as Zhu Bo.
Although She Huan is a rich woman, she is only small rich compared to Zhu Bo's boss, who's much more generous. Lu Bei took the silver notes and Monster Repair Secret Scroll and neglected the pieces of cloth with evident feminine designs, starting to carefully inspect a bunch of bottles and jars.
Zhu Bo repeatedly mentioned that She Huan was adept at poisoning. Happen to be curious about Mongolian and Chinese medicine, Lu Bei opened each one of them, dropping powders or liquids on She Huan's body one by one.
The effect was mediocre. She Huan's face turned from green to purple intermittently. She spat out a mouthful of black blood with her head tilted, then curled up like a dead snake, motionless.
"Indeed, pharmaceutical knowledge requires professional guidance. Self-taught is ineffective."
