After the scent of ink transferred to Gu Sheng's hands, Gu Sheng directly enveloped it with the aura of the small tripod.
"You all go out first. If I don't call for you, don't come in."
Upon hearing this, Hong Mei immediately said, "No, I'm not leaving, I'm staying with you!"
After she spoke, the others also nodded one after another.
Seeing them like this, Gu Sheng sighed helplessly.
"Be good, go out with them. The ink scent is extremely poisonous, I can handle it alone. But if there are too many people left behind, I will be distracted taking care of you. If anything goes wrong, it will be terrible. I can take care of myself."
After much persuasion, the group finally left with Hong Mei.
As the door closed, Gu Sheng's hands began to get to work.
He carefully turned the ink scent into powder, holding his breath throughout to prevent accidentally inhaling it. Had it not been for his powerful inner strength, he might have died during this process at his own hands.
