As it turns out, he wasn't being superstitious.
Some things do exist.
Likewise, if the ever-horror-novel-reading Bai Yi were here, he'd also immediately think of what Wen Xiao'ai described as corpse poison.
After all, corpse poison is a common term in horror novels.
The drunkard probably already guessed what had injured Jun Moyan.
But he still had no solution.
When Wen Xiao'ai and Qing Yi heard the drunkard say this was his first time encountering such a thing, the despairing tone in his voice threw both into panic.
"...Can he be saved?"
Tears that Wen Xiao'ai had barely managed to hold back welled up again.
"I, I don't know how to cure this poison." The drunkard's face was filled with worry and impatience.
"Then, then what should we do?"
"Don't cry, don't cry, there will be a way, there will be a way."
Seeing Wen Xiao'ai was about to cry, the drunkard quickly spoke to comfort her.
