"Squeak..."
The iron door was pushed open, and Foye entered the room. In the yard, the vine planted by Lucky with his brain once seemed to have grown a bit taller, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.
This scent was not poisonous, for toxic things know how to protect themselves, like how a venomous snake's venom is stored in its glands and not distributed throughout its body—otherwise, it wouldn't be a venomous snake.
The toxicity of this plant, however, resided solely in its leaves, those emerald leaves that bore terrible corrosiveness.
Suddenly, Foye recalled the time he had Mr. Su Bai swallow an eel with the leaves, only someone as perverse as White would he feel confident to let him eat like that, or rather, only that guy would dare to eat like this.
Mr. Su Bai had gone to Yunnan, probably to seek a cure for Lucky at the Land of Enlightenment. Gyatso didn't have much to help with, even though he had just been promoted to a Senior Listener.
