Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 390 - 389: Living Dead

This involuntary gasp, although not much was inhaled, still gave Zhu Yu a fright. She quickly and anxiously checked to see if there were any abnormalities in her body.

Soon she discovered that besides being slightly choking, the blue smoke didn’t seem to have any obvious effect on her.

She turned her head to look at Yan Daoxin. In terms of martial arts, he was only slightly better than her, which was very limited. At this point, he also couldn’t hold his breath.

He seemed calm, exhaling and inhaling normally, while reaching into his bosom, probably intending to prepare an antidote pill in advance.

However, his action of reaching for the antidote also stopped halfway, and he looked at Zhu Yu with a somewhat surprised expression, clearly also puzzled by the lack of any poisoning effects.

It wasn’t just the two of them who couldn’t hold their breath; others who released their breath soon realized this.

"Nothing’s wrong! We inhaled that smoke and nothing happened!" a soldier under Lu Yan patted his chest and, seeing the strange expression of his companion, began to comfort him.

But his words didn’t improve his companion’s expression in the slightest. Instead, his face looked even more fearful, and his eyes widened as he desperately pointed behind him.

The soldier turned slowly in the direction his companion was pointing and looked behind him. But before he could clearly see, a rusty machete suddenly pierced through his Protector’s robe, stabbing a bloody hole in his body.

The unfortunate soldier didn’t even have the chance to see the pair of blood-red eyes in front of him before his body went limp, collapsed to the ground, and blood seeped out from under his lifeless body, spreading through the cracks in the stone slab.

Zhu Yu also realized what was wrong.

She felt no abnormality, Yan Daoxin beside her was normal, and neither Lu Qing, Lu Yan, nor the soldiers under Lu Yan showed any issues.

However, those strong men who voluntarily stayed to help were now completely different. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Each had bloodshot eyes, a ferocious appearance, veins bulging on their faces and necks, and even their arms and hands gripping weapons. It was like snakes coiling, the whole person exuding an unprecedented murderous aura from head to toe.

And their eyes carried a familiar void, fierce yet seemingly empty.

"Didn’t you help them detoxify before?" Zhu Yu’s heart tightened as she hurriedly asked Yan Daoxin beside her in a low voice.

Just as Yan Daoxin was about to answer, a blood-red-eyed strong man beside him swung his weapon and charged at them.

These men seemed to have suddenly changed completely, starkly different from their previous honest selves, now coming at the soldiers and others around them as if desperate and wanting to devour them.

The already not-so-large courtyard was instantly thrown into chaos.

Fu Lu stood in front of Zhu Yu, grabbing the strong men rushing at them one by one like catching chicks and tossing them aside, occasionally taking down a few more.

Although those strong men clearly had something wrong, considering their pitiful state before, it was evident that this situation was another "masterwork" of the Fake Castle Master. Fu Lu, though capable of easily crushing them, felt it inhumane and hesitated.

Initially, the other soldiers shared this sentiment. They had all seen the captured villagers barely surviving on seductive fragrance and drugs, not even getting a proper meal, being tortured alive.

These strong men were relatively lucky, only captured recently, so they hadn’t yet suffered severe harm to their bodies. Having been saved by Yan Daoxin and just starting to recover with a few days of proper meals, they were now bewitched by some unknown blue smoke. Striking them dead felt overly cruel.

But such thoughts didn’t last long, and after a few hesitant soldiers were pierced through, the remaining ones found their empathy burned away by anger, leaving almost none.

Yan Daoxin blocked the arm of a strong man charging at him, deftly dislocating it, then similarly dislocating the other.

He pinned the man to the ground. Though the strong man struggled to get up, without the use of his arms and still weak from lack of food, he wasn’t very strong.

Despite easily pinning the man down, Yan Daoxin continued to struggle like a beast, desperately trying to attack.

Yan Daoxin firmly held the man down, pried open his eyelids, and found that his pupils were indeed dilated, just like when Zhu Yu had checked on the young servants in the fortress before.

Yan Daoxin quickly grabbed the man’s wrist and checked it, finding his pulse extremely weak but his veins bulging abnormally.

With a quick glance, he formed a hypothesis, quickly pulling out a pill and, as the man bared his teeth, pushed it into his mouth, holding it shut.

The pills made by Yan Daoxin usually dissolved instantly. The man reacted quickly after swallowing it, convulsing violently, his eyes rolling upwards.

Seeing this reaction, Yan Daoxin applied more force, firmly holding the man’s mouth closed to prevent any chance of escape.

Meanwhile, Fu Lu helped Yan Daoxin by knocking away several more strong men charging at them.

After a few struggles, the strong man’s body gradually weakened and soon became silent.

Yan Daoxin quickly took out a thumb-sized Jade Gourd from his sleeve, opened the lid, and focused intently on the man’s nostrils.

Soon, from the man’s nostrils, something suddenly seemed to "flow" out, like a very fine white thread, smoothly emerging.

Yan Daoxin swiftly caught the "thread" with the Jade Gourd, and once it had completely entered, he quickly sealed the bottle.

The tough strong man, who had been so fierce, now lay stiff on the ground, lifeless.

Yan Daoxin’s face looked grim as he stood up, sighed, and kicked down a strong man rushing at him, shouting loudly, "No need to worry too much; they’re already living dead, beyond saving."