It was not difficult to cure the poison produced by venomous insects, at least not in Wang Yao's view. He only needed a piece of Miasma grass, adding some ancient spring.
Sometimes, the more complicated the medicine was didn't necessarily mean it was better. Its efficacy could not be seen until tomorrow.
Wang Yao again read some books and did research relevant to the records of the poison. It was regarded as sorcery, which could be frequently seen in the south. It also prevailed in some remote places. People used poisonous insects to ruin someone else.
Sun Zhengrong did not sleep well. First, he thought of many things that had happened a long time ago while he was thinking of Wang Yao's words. Second, he felt uncomfortable. He felt abdominal pain. It was as if there was something inside biting him. It was hard to tell if it was just his mind playing tricks or the venomous insects. Thankfully it was just a dull pain.
