"What exactly is this thing you gave them called?" Lu Qing watched as those people uncontrollably swallowed Yan Daoxin's medicine before nonchalantly asking in front of them.
Yan Daoxin stroked his chin thoughtfully: "You reminded me, this is the first time I've used this poison since I concocted it. I only had a rough idea of the effects when it takes hold, but I haven't had the chance to name it yet!
What should I call it... This thing, once ingested, makes the whole body feel like it's crawling with ants, being bitten all over, itchy and painful, but you can't catch or scratch it, day and night, relentlessly...
What name is suitable for this kind of thing...?
How about... Heart-eating Ants, what do you think?"
"The name isn't crucial, the key is, do you have an antidote?" Lu Qing asked again.
"Well, that... there should be one, but it depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, it might be easier to make an antidote.
