Qiong Ying: "What's the matter?"
Lu Tong's expression grew cold. He gripped the clay figurine tightly and turned to enter the inner room.
In the inner room, Pei Yunshu and Fangzi were startled to see Lu Tong holding the Mohailuo as he walked in. Pei Yunshu said, "This..."
Without a word, Lu Tong stood at the table, quickly stripped the clay figurine of its ornate clothes, casually picked up the scissors on the table, and scraped off a thin layer of clay from the Mohailuo's body. He then dumped the clay directly into the teacup on the tea tray.
There was still half a cup of tea left in the old kiln teacup. As soon as the clay was added, it immediately turned into a murky mass. Lu Tong took the Golden Needle and stirred it into the water. Yin Zheng, standing behind her, let out a startled "Ah."
The tip of the originally gleaming Golden Needle had suddenly turned black.
"Is there poison on this?" Pei Yunshu exclaimed in shock, freezing on the spot.
